Around here, it is not unusual to see ATVs rolling by at the beach. The expanse of shoreline and lack of crowds make it possible to travel the shoreline this way. For a moment, the quiet of the beach might be interrupted by the passing of a driver; however, it is a moment only and I have yet to witness anything less than respect in this activity.
Wet sand lends itself to changes in texture. These tire tracks are probably gone now, washed away by the tide. If I hadn’t been paying attention, I might have missed the intricate pattern created by this brief moment.
This short bridge near the Royal Military College in Kingston turned out to be a great spot for photos.
This leaf, fallen from a sumac, is a beautiful fall detail against the lines of the bridge. Once again I was drawn to the contrast of the two items, only here it was texture rather than colour that caught my eye.
It was only after reviewing my photos that I noticed the tiny print: “Eagle Bridge.”
Texture and time.
Patterns made on a sandy parking lot, unintentional but telling.
There are endlessly evolving textures at the beach, and I never tire of photographing them. Here are three, for this week’s photography challenge (http://dailypost.wordpress.com/dp_photo_challenge/texture/):