spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Summer came early to my part of the world, with unseasonably hot and dry weather. It’s shaping up to be a busy year for me but not in a bad way. I was given the opportunity to till up a large plot of land… Continue Reading “Start of Summer Photography”
With winter fading into spring, or mud season as we call it, and temps now above freezing most of the day, I’ve been spending more time on the beach walking and enjoying the salty air and not being bundled up in all my thickest… Continue Reading “Beach Textures Photography”
completely disintegratedI became wholebeauty within purposethe first time your soulwashed over mine you, a wave crashingshattering mea million grains mixedswirling, swept up and awayyou ebbedrising into collapseupon my shore, splashing again, againyou formed then reformed me an ever-changingsandbar am Inow with you, the forcewhich… Continue Reading “Sandbars”
In winter, it seems to me, the play of light and shadow appears most intense. Especially when observing the snow and sun, freezing and thawing, ocean and air. I hope you enjoy a few examples. tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
The other day I mentioned I had been unable to leave my property (via vehicle) due to a combination of heavy snow, warming up to rain, back to snow, several cycles every few days. Then a big wind which drifted the snow. My driveway,… Continue Reading “Wintery Ocean Photography”
After being housebound the last few weeks with about ten feet of snow surrounding my house, my driveway impassable, I was finally dug out on Friday just enough to get down the drive and out to the beach for an hour of salty fresh… Continue Reading “Sunday Vibes”
My hands went numb and my batteries died in the cold but it was worth it. Enjoy! tara caribou | ©2022 all photos by me
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