A couple of weeks ago I joined a small group of photographers at the beach nears Mo’s in Lincoln City. Once I pulled out my camera and stepped onto the beach I felt an incredible wave of peace wash over me. I smiled. I felt free. My camera and I became one.
I stumbled over a huge pile of driftwood. Each step taken carefully so that I wouldn’t twist an ankle or fall face forward and smash my camera to smithereens. I love the color of the all the different woods against the blue of the sky. I expected it to be cold when we arrived, but it wasn’t. In fact, it wasn’t even windy. It was an absolutely perfect for a day at the Oregon Beach.
My classmate and friend, Marcel.
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