North Light

I've been thinking about Block Island a lot lately. Beyond the fact that I've spent a good deal of time practicing my photography there, it's just a beautiful place. It has this magical way of giving you permission to take as much time as you need to do what you want to do. This long exposure photograph from 2012 is a good example—the North Light is miles from where I was staying, it was long past sunset, and I had never tried to blur the waves crashing on a beach with a long exposure before. Yet I spent half an hour photographing the lighthouse from this vantage point. Block Island gave me the space to capture one of the first long exposures I've ever been proud of. I can't wait to go back.

North Point

 

I regret that it's been almost two years since I posted a photo and story. Life has been busy, so I thought I would post a photo from the place I use to go every summer for a break from the busy—Block Island. Every time someone sees my maroon sweatshirt and either recognizes Block Island or asks me where it is, I recall all the great experiences and memories I've had there, and miss it a little bit more. I took this photo on the one occasion that I walked all the way to the north point of the island, which seems to keep going and going. You must walk past the end of the road, past the lighthouse, and then keep walking. There, at the tip of it all, eastbound waves crash together with westbound waves, splashing up almost like a rooster tail behind a motorboat. It feels strange, like the water before you is unsettled, unsure of what it should be doing.