NostalgiaMigranta

05 Feb 2008 648 views
 
supporter of
atom rss 1.0 rss 2.0
web browser google del.icio.us digg technorati
| lost password
birth date
cancel
photoblog image Sketches from the Forgotten Coast: A Mental Landscape

Sketches from the Forgotten Coast: A Mental Landscape

I have not a slightest interest in taking pictures of other people's art, be it architecture, sculpture, decorative art, whatever, unless I can present it in a way the author has not intended it to be seen. This time I'd like to make an exception, because the author is our Mother Nature.

It was a quiet early morning. The beach was empty. Only a ghostly figure of a fisherman was barely visible faraway. Lazy, still sleepy waves sluggishly leaked the sand. I was ready to take a long jog along the water edge, when I noticed, my bare feet were right in the middle of an outstanding art work, created by the night waves with pieces of tiny seaweeds. The work, which Andy Goldsworthy would die for, was stretching along the beach as far as I could see. My plan for a pleasant jog was falling apart, as I just couldn't run over the masterpiece. My still half-sleepy mind shifted into a third gear: if I don't make a photograph of this now, an hour later, if not sooner, the masterwork will be gone. The waves, fed by a strong breeze, will lick it off. The vacationers with noisy kids will fill the beach and will destroy the rest of it. I ran back to the condo. The shooting session didn't take long. When I returned to the beach after breakfast, the gigantic seaweed version of a Hokusai drawing was gone.  I have never seen anything like this since.

Sketches from the Forgotten Coast: A Mental Landscape

I have not a slightest interest in taking pictures of other people's art, be it architecture, sculpture, decorative art, whatever, unless I can present it in a way the author has not intended it to be seen. This time I'd like to make an exception, because the author is our Mother Nature.

It was a quiet early morning. The beach was empty. Only a ghostly figure of a fisherman was barely visible faraway. Lazy, still sleepy waves sluggishly leaked the sand. I was ready to take a long jog along the water edge, when I noticed, my bare feet were right in the middle of an outstanding art work, created by the night waves with pieces of tiny seaweeds. The work, which Andy Goldsworthy would die for, was stretching along the beach as far as I could see. My plan for a pleasant jog was falling apart, as I just couldn't run over the masterpiece. My still half-sleepy mind shifted into a third gear: if I don't make a photograph of this now, an hour later, if not sooner, the masterwork will be gone. The waves, fed by a strong breeze, will lick it off. The vacationers with noisy kids will fill the beach and will destroy the rest of it. I ran back to the condo. The shooting session didn't take long. When I returned to the beach after breakfast, the gigantic seaweed version of a Hokusai drawing was gone.  I have never seen anything like this since.

comments (19)

This is a FABULOUS picture: please keep taking this sort of thing for ever. I suspect it is your forte
vz-nostalgia: I can't take pictures like these forever, Chris. smile These are once-in-a-lifetime opportunities.
  • Richa
  • United States
  • 5 Feb 2008, 01:48
Amazing landscape. I can see valleys and mountains...continuing all the way back. Nice composition VZ..
vz-nostalgia: Glad your imagination ran wild, Ms. Richa. smile
  • Ginnie
  • United States
  • 5 Feb 2008, 02:23
Nature is ALWAYS one step ahead of us, Viktor!
vz-nostalgia: I'd argue about "always", but in this case you might be right, Ms. Ginnie. smile
Beautiful, peaceful and food for my soul! Thank you!
vz-nostalgia: Glad to be of service for your soul, Ms. Pat. smile
What an image to capture. Full of sensuality ... The human form it is, without a doubt. richard
vz-nostalgia: ...without a doubt... of course... smile there is hardly anything more beautiful in nature than the curves of a woman's body, Richard. smile
  • Philine
  • Germany
  • 5 Feb 2008, 10:23
You already have said all, so that I don't find any words to say more - it is a wonderful precise and atmospheric-poetic (at once) indroduction which I agree totally with, for I love the changing sketches of the sea on the sands like you! It is Nature Art indeed! Only one thing you have forgotten which I love so much: the shells, carried away from all over the world and gathered now here! I love their different forms and their brilliant colours (Icollect shells like the kids) when being are still wet and filled with salted odour of the great wide sea. Yes, the smell is missing, that are the limits of the (visual) photography, but, oh wonder, inspired by your pic all my other sense organs are now awakened: I can hear the wind and the sea, smell the salt..., touch the sand... A wonderful photo indeed!
vz-nostalgia: I see, if not for shells, I would left you speechless, Ms. Philine. smile (which is hard to imagine smile).
  • Kathryn
  • Germany
  • 5 Feb 2008, 10:46
As I was looking at this photograph, thinking of mental landscapes, and reading your comment, I was caught up in the moment that you experienced as you lived it , reflected on it, and described it. By your own admission in your narrative and using my own experiences with a walk on the beach, I noticed that the way you interacted with this moment was very different than how most people do. Then I came to your PS., and I got mentally stuck because it seems such a contradiction. Let me explain.

There are at least three aspects that come into play here with your photograph and writing—you hit upon two of them…nature and you. Nature set the stage, and it is a stage upon which any of us can stand. But it seems to me, Viktor, that not all the players experience it identically.. And in that, the stage becomes altered, if by nothing more than the player’s presence and perception. It is all about you and about nature fused and about how uniquely you stand on that stage and altered it with that poetic soul of yours.
vz-nostalgia: oh my... smile
and what is the third aspect that comes into play here that I forgot to hit upon, Ms. Kathryn? smile
  • astrid
  • The Netherlands
  • 5 Feb 2008, 10:57
"do not procrastinate", Viktor do you remember this word, I had to look for it in my dictionary, it was on the post of your mushrooms in the grass, you took the picture, lateron the lawnmower had destroyed them, same as waves and the art of nature, do it NOW, never doubt.....thank you Viktor, I always keep your lessons in mind!!
vz-nostalgia: You are my best student, Ms. Astrid. smile With your exceptional memory and my gift of teaching, we make a hell of a team! smile
  • anniedog
  • Great Britain (UK)
  • 5 Feb 2008, 11:08
It was well worth the trip back to the condo then. This kind of photograph is the best - a record of something transitory that will never exist in this form on this earth ever again. BTW I quite agree with your comments about photographing other people's art - it is only of interest if taken from a personal point of view.
Ingrid
vz-nostalgia: "This kind of photograph is the best... " I'm not sure, if it is, MS. Ingrid. For me it carries a memento, it triggers a memory of a beach as a canvas of an enormous scale. I have no idea what would it triggers in others.
A masterpiece of nature, indeed. Captured as it was, and never will be again. So pleased that you decided to `sieze the moment`. I see a da Vinci sketch of the human form....others will see it differently. An absolute treat, Viktor. (:o)
vz-nostalgia: Da Vinci sketch...oh my. smile One never knows what kind of fantasy one's picture might trigger in people's minds. smile
  • Jewlya
  • United States
  • 5 Feb 2008, 23:58
Very nice patterns, and I like the name too.
vz-nostalgia: Yep. That is what I said, when I saw this: "Nice pattern". smile
  • ray
  • Thailand
  • 7 Feb 2008, 09:55
But, of course it is about you, VZ...99 people in 100 would have walked over that masterwork without noticing it at all...not you; you shot it your way, close-up, selecting just the small fragment of the work that appealed to you...of course it is about you!
Thanks for being you...the picture is superb.
vz-nostalgia: You have a point here, Ray. Whatever we do, we leave our footprint. Someone else would shoot the same thing differently. Not better or worse, but differently. Got to agree with you here. smile
I like it. Another place I want to be. I love the lines. Looks like sandstone.
vz-nostalgia: What is the first place where you want to be, Ms. Gail? smile
Simple and beautifull ...
I'm OK with you, Z : only Mother Nature trie to succeed that.
I like it.
vz-nostalgia: Hard to beat Mother Nature, Fabrice. As Ms. Ginnie said here, Mother Nature is always a step ahead of us. smile
I love the beach. While in Oz I took a lot. This is so refreshing. I like it a lot.
vz-nostalgia: Glad you do, Ms. Jamoula. I love coming to the beach early in the morning, when it's still empty and quiet. And the sand is still a born again virgin.
  • L.Reis
  • Portugal
  • 10 Feb 2008, 22:14
The ephemeral writing of the tides...I wonder how many times you have seen it...and yet failed to notice it...sometimes a moment is just "meant to be"!

(Funny coincidence: Andy Goldsworthy was the first thing that came to my mind as soon as I saw your picture...and I think you're right...this is something he would ddie for smile)
vz-nostalgia: You know, you maybe right, Lina. I caught myself not once on this. You pass the damn thing day after day, and then, boom!, like someone turns on the switch, and you see it. smile
Well seen indeed, Viktor. A truly arbitrary natural artwork.
vz-nostalgia: Agree wholeheartedly, Dave. A truly natural artwork.
  • France
  • Bordeaux, France
  • 12 Mar 2008, 18:52
When I look at that image, I see a man's body, lying in crumpled sheets ... Is it serious doc ? ...
vz-nostalgia: Oh, it is serious, Ms. France. That tells me you haven't seen a man's body in the crumbled sheets for quite some time now. smile
It is a masterpiece indeed.
vz-nostalgia: smile Good to hear from you, Larry.
camera unknown
exposure mode full manual
shutterspeed unknown
aperture f/0.0
sensitivity unknown
focal length 0.0mm
Zyrynology: The Fall Of AutumnZyrynology: The ...
Zyrynology: Looking Into The Dark WatersZyrynology: Look...
Zyryality: When Life Knocks  You DownZyryality: When ...

Warning