I left the house this afternoon in a mood for monochrome. The day had finally turned for the better in terms of contrast, but saturation was still minimal.
So I was thinking in terms of a limited pallet.
I made an obligatory stop at The Cove in Seaside just in case my “finger in the wind” surf forecast was wrong… but it wasn’t. The waves were blown to hell, “confused”, in meteorological parlance, and not especially photogenic. But, it was a nice place to watch the gulls do their air-dance.
I squeezed off a few frames, but couldn’t get excited about anything, so I continued south.
Indian Beach still calls to me, but not loudly enough to make me forget my fall there at the beginning of the year. I don’t fear the place, but recent memories from there keep me thinking of alternatives.
I pointed myself toward Chapman Point, and realized as I navigated up the ridge that I had not been there in more than 30 years. The topography had not changed much, but what covered it certainly had. Mega-homes encrust the ridge like barnacles on the rocks below.
At least they left an access point or two for riffraff like me.
Until early afternoon, the day here had been a consistent shade of gray… no variation in the sky at all. There had been now way to tell the time of day by solar observation… it all looked the same. By early evening, that had all changed, which is what put me in the mood for monochrome and what follows.