“The tide rises, the tide falls,
The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
Along the sea-sands damp and brown
The traveler hastens toward the town,
And the tide rises, the tide falls.”

~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I stumbled upon this Longfellow poem while researching tide pools, and it just seemed to fit the occasion and mood.  This traveler was wrapping up the evening at dusk on Cannon Beach, soon to hasten toward town with Carl for dinner and a relaxing evening.

The ebb and flow of tides are amazing phenomena to me, and they often leave small but incredible works of art in the form of pools and sand textures.  This evening was no exception.  This pool looks much larger than it is due to the distortion of my wide angle lens.  In reality, the pool is probably the size of a mattress or a little larger.  But I loved the rhyme of it’s accentuated shape and the opening in the sky just above it, along with the shape of the “Haystack” in the background.  Geometric shapes and their repetitious relationships almost always make for interesting visual subjects.  Likewise, so do complimentary colors like the blues and tobacco-like yellows in this scene.

Tide-Pool at Cannon Beach, OR

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