It was pretty sweet night for a walk. I've slowly adjusted to the heat, and there was a nice cool breeze. So why not walk down to the water, and take a few pictures in the process.
There's a section of road along the coast here that has red street lights. I've made a few attempt at taking picture in this area at night, and I'm slowly getting better. I found that the red street lights would over power the camera, and the photo would come out distorted.
My solution was to use my hand to shade the lense, and lessen the light hitting it directly. Though a slight exercise in dexterity, the results were worth the struggle.
I was disappointed during first attempt at taking pictures here. Yet my second visit yielded the experience I needed to understand. Even then it took me several attempts before I remembered what I had learned.
The few times I've visited this spot, I've felt a slight feeling of guilt when I notice the lack of foot prints in the sand. Was it callus of me to disturb something that seemed to be rare sight.
Though now I realize that the waves come in somewhat daily, and wash away the foot prints. For I was walking the same route I walked the night before, yet the ocean had done a reset. Leaving no traces of previous paths taken.
So though I know a reset inevitable. At that time. In that moment. I left a mark in the sand. Though temporary, and possible already washed away. I preserved it in a photo, included it in this blog, and shared it with it's proper community.
All photos in this blog were taken with my one plus 7 pro.
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