Near Stawberry Hill Park, OR (Artist Statement)
I stayed by the ocean while the sun sank into it this fall evening, below a band of weather-beaten cliffs and above the ceaseless water. I watched the sea tumbling the rocks â€“ imperceptibly rounding the edges of the larger, tossing and spreading the smaller like dry leaves in wind. Each wave was a giant's hand smoothing the beach: impossible power belying a nurturing touch.
Tripod-mounted in the dim light, my camera recorded the white water like mist. I worked until the starless night was black enough that I needed a light to make the long walk back through the rocks to my car, the tireless ocean pushing at my intruding feet. As I gained the cliffs, the white roar fell quickly away. From the top, the ocean was a dark hole, a blank edge showing no clue of the tireless work happening below.
— Worn Rocks, Crashing Waves: Near Stawberry Hill Park, OR, USA (2015)
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