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A springtime Sunday morning in Tasmania has its moments of bliss. Clifton Beach, September 2010.

Theme Thursday yet again, and the insurgency enters another week...

As long-time subscribers of this blog would know, I am a fan of the sunburst. For many in the photographic world, shooting into the sun is a cardinal sin. Well, as Jesus himself said, we are all sinners!

Today, this is my sin.

You see, for me the sunburst brings a FOUDROYANT tone to proceedings. Honestly, I defy anybody to look at that photograph above and deny the FOUDROYANT quality that exudes from the ‘Heaven and Earth’ composition.

This part is easy: Get down low, sand on the knees, make sure that Jen and Ez are in the shot (and Henry isn’t just about to get in the way), check that the aperture is such that the sun isn’t going to blow the whole image out, make sure the cliffs at the far end are in shot, beach = tick, ocean = tick, clouds = tick, = grassy dunes = tick. Take as many shots as possible before everybody moves!

FOUDROYANT!

Easy!

[Consider this a STRETCH...]

Comments

Roddy said…
How overwhelming, how dazzling! WOW!
Looks like your family is about to escape over the hill.
Carola said…
Your so lucky to live so close to the OCEAN. A sunday morning stroll away. How fare is it from your home? Do you walk the way?
And again beautiful shot, big compliment! Yes, you play with the elements.
A magical, beautiful shot that stirs up memories for me of my short time living in the north of Tasmania! I so miss the huge variety of stunning beauty there!
Adelheid said…
I love this photo! And I love the (sun)light in it! I have never been in Tasmania, but I have lived in Perth for almost three years, and this photo really makes me miss the fresh spring mornings and the sound of the ocean!
Lenora said…
Great Shot, love your notation after..
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, Henry was lurking behind me too.

Carola, we live about 200 metres from the Derwent River, but the point at which we live it is really an estury (almost a habour). We get the full tidal effect, but not much in the way of waves, so in that sense it isn't a real 'beach;.

However, we are close to a lot of beaches! It isn't too difficult for us to get to any number of them, some - like Opossum Bay - are very sheltered and calm; others - like Clifton here - can get battered a bit. i like both!

Greyscale Territory, as a Burnie boy born and raised, the North West is home to the most beautiful coastline in the world. That is not hyperbole.

Adelheid, Perth is a fair bit warmer than Tassie, but we do get the fresh clean air off the Southern Ocean and the kind of light that many in the Northern Hemisphere can only dream about!

Lenora, I had to get it in!
Jaime said…
beautiful pic. i don't live that close to the water, but i love the shots i have of andrew running through the waves.
Kris McCracken said…
Jaime, may I ask who Andrew is? ;)
Dreamhaven said…
lovely as always. Happy TT
Meri said…
Great instructions!
Kris McCracken said…
Meri, have you tried it yourself?

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