Coming across this scene on a surf trip would have left me feeling any number of feelings, awestruck being one of them, perhaps a feeling of appreciation mixed with a touch of sadness.
Every experience I’ve had in the mountains and in the ocean says that the two are at polar opposites. Putting them together seems absurd, an impossibility too strange to comprehend.
Trying to deal with that, standing there in the bitter cold, looking out at this serene scene, I reach for my camera. It won’t capture these difficult to describe feelings but at the very least, it’ll bring back to me an echo of this amazing memory.
How was I to know that when I put it up on tumblr, how lost that experience would become. Lost to hashtags, and scrolls and people looking for cool, unique, and interesting photos to decorate their virtual walls, but not caring a jot for the experience that came with it. It makes me hate the devaluing nature of this image consumption.
They have no idea who took this photo or what it meant. At best it’ll influence them, inspire them maybe, either as a piece of art or a testament to possibilities of the world out there. Or maybe they’ll just nick it for advertising purposes.