Graphic Arts and Celtic DNA

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Shadowed

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Shadowed.”

Thinking of our new photo theme, “Shadowed,” it can sometimes prompt a certain sense of apprehension, perhaps in  cloaking  some object or scene that has drawn our attention.  Shadowing is almost like a physical presence as it physically moves with time across our view, dimming or perhaps  obliterating color, causing us to almost lose some perception of depth in our field of view.

The first photo of a darkening, rocky coastline  is of that sort.  The second photo presenting a shaft of sunlight entering a room shows a shadowing effect that dramatizes boundary effects between light and darkness.  In extreme light, color becomes washed out, and in extreme shadow any color is cloaked in darkness.  Notice how in the transition area between light and darkness, color is at its richest in saturation.

And finally, to remove the solemnity of shadowing discussions, we have a possible crowd pleaser, the charming cat photograph, which few can grumble over (I hope).  Here, my cat Tock creeps out of the obscuring shadows to “startle” his House Mate.  (Alas, Tock is no longer with me; he disappeared months later I’m sad to say)>


Bedrock fragments in surf at twilight


Room of an abandoned house with sunlight entering an empty window.

Tock Block

A rare, gray calico panther creeps out of the shadows

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Warmth

The wind  is ever-present along the headlands of our northern California coast, and while a brisk walk along a sandy beach will do wonders for clearing the mind, one may soon think about finding a few minutes of shelter.  The most available is usually some large driftwood log lying half buried in the sand, with a south-facing side.  Sitting with your back to the log, soaking in the warmth of the sun’s rays, your stresses fade and new possibilities surface in your thoughts.

Some days, however, the coastal furniture has been almost completely scoured by earlier storms, and those large tree trunks are nowhere to be found.  However, as often happens, some  industrious sojourners may have visited your beach earlier, and  rounded up various smaller trunks and branches and jettisoned planks of fishing boats, and worked to fashion the most intriguing beach architecture.  Creeping inside an empty structure–not only does one escape the blustering wind–but an ancient perception, perhaps one imprinted on our DNA in a distant Stone Age, begins to inhabit a sense of being. Once, perhaps, indigenous people did indeed dwell in such primitive structures on these very same beaches, seeking a little warmth.  But probably a little further up on the adjacent sand dunes!

Here are a couple of very temporary, warming shelters, protecting a needy beachcomber for a brief pause in walking: