I normally dont shoot straight into the sun, but this late-in-the-day view of the famed Twelve Apostles seemed just right. The setting sun, still ablaze with glory, was captured radiating from behind the central rock, touching the air and sea around it with a wondrous glow. The effect was almost like a halo. How wonderful it was to enjoy the days end in the midst of such grand magnificence (and to watch, later, troops of Fairy Penguins darting out of the waves towards their tunnels beneath the cliffs!). But the scene was a parable, too, for photography is really all about light; if theres no light, theres no picture. Our own lives are the same. Its only when we see something going on much bigger than ourselves that the darkness around us begins to be dispelled.
I normally dont shoot straight into the sun, but this late-in-the-day view of the famed Twelve Apostles seemed just right. The setting sun, still ablaze with glory, was captured radiating from behind the central rock, touching the air and sea around it with a wondrous glow. The effect was almost like a halo. How wonderful it was to enjoy the days end in the midst of such grand magnificence (and to watch, later, troops of Fairy Penguins darting out of the waves towards their tunnels beneath the cliffs!). But the scene was a parable, too, for photography is really all about light; if theres no light, theres no picture. Our own lives are the same. Its only when we see something going on much bigger than ourselves that the darkness around us begins to be dispelled.