Size: 18” x 36” with a 1” white border on Hahnemuhle 300gsm cotton rag paper

Signed & stamped in verso

This is the last beach I walked on with my Pop before he died. You don’t realize these moments when they’re happening at the time, it’s only later, in retrospective investigations of the last time of something. And then you search, for meaning, for a deeper truth in the event. Maybe it’s there, maybe it’s not, those questions are yours alone to answer when these times happen to you.

I remember it was a northwest cold, a damp cold that chills deeper than that of a high desert. I remember liking the headland jutting out into the water and thinking it was like a Chinese painting with dark crisp lines. I remember having to anchor my tripod legs deep into the wet sand to prevent camera vibration when the surf surrounded it. I remember wanting the deep blue to penetrate the image.

I don’t remember what we talked about, I don’t remember.

Location: Seaside Oregon Coast

Nikon D810, Voigtlander 40mm, 2min exposure, 4 vertical frames