Subtle waves caress the tide-polished sand.
The cloud wall marches into dusk.
The lapping Atlantic brushes the shore.
Gentle waves emerge from the mist with the consistency of breath.
A pair of crows, tossed by the wind, hurry to rejoin the flock.
The toenail moon glows above wind-rustled tussocks.
The Atlantic seethes and heaves in the silent night.
The sunset curls around a wall of clouds.
Evening's pastels stripe the sea.
Afternoon light weaves through the woodland to rest upon a sloping snowdrift.
The heavy hands of the gloaming dusk descend over rippling tracks of wind. As the sky grows dark, evening wind draws jaunty curves on the soft surface of the water.
Surf breaks on its march ashore, surging over smooth and sun-stained sand.
As the sea blackens under racing rainclouds, evening’s pastels persist in the shimmering distance.
Even through billowing clouds, last light’s magenta tendrils take hours to unweave.
A still and quiet fog hangs low over the sea like an old dream remembered.
Sunrise lays on the ocean's soft swells.
Waves fall into a still evening.
The sea strides along low littoral sand flats.
A midday haze blankets all as the autumn sun walks a wide arc across the southern sky.
Emerald water rolls ashore, tossing pebbles and shells like salad.
At low tide, ridges of sand below the littoral line betray the prints of waves long crashed.
Heavy with blackberries, hedges lean over the gleaming sea.
A stand of white pines overhang a cornfield at woodland's edge as the last arcs of light bend over distant hills.
Wild grasses wave in the cool evening air.
The stalwart husk of a once-proud elm stands alone among wildflowers.
Late Lake Superior rippes under a fiery sky.
A thick fog glows in the light of a long-gone sun.
An airplane glows against the gloaming sky.
The late sun slices into the subtle horizon.
Clear and frigid waves sweep across copper-stained rocks on the ruddy shores of Lake Superior.
Clouds drift across a clear morning sky.
The radial glow of the gone sun receeds at last.
Trunks of wind-battered birches glow in the setting sun.
Late light hits a stand of birches in a sparse woodland.
Pine boughs dance in the canopy of a high cathedral woodland.
Horizontal light hits stick-straight firs on a crisp and solitary morning.
Light arcs around stormclouds to play off crashing waves.
The sun sinks behind reaching clouds, the day's final crescendo.
Sunlight crawls back towards the horizon.
Pale remnants of the day bend around a darkening bluff.
Clouds break after a sudden storm.
Rain above turns island on the horizon a foggy blue.
The sun falls over the glassy lake.
Algae on rocks shines through shallow water.
Pink remnants of the night break for the rising sun.
The sunrise expands over the soft and rippling lake.
Low light bends around the branching fingers of the sky.
The sun's early glow breaks over a distant island.
Pre-dawn cloud reflections wisp across the surface of the water.
The moon emerges once again.
Light blankets a soft dawn's water.
A blackbird soars above the dimming world.
A blackbird screams into the falling sun.
A meadowlark sings against the electric hum of powerlines.
Milwaukee harbor's cement breakwater catches the late afternoon sun.
Subtle waves break upon warming sand.
As rainclouds sweep out to sea, the sun touches down once more upon the bright coastal waters outside Falmouth Harbor.
Rain darkens nearer waters as the sun breaks on the horizon.
The yellow edge of a banana leaf curves across the garden.
Swells lap upon the Cornish shore.
High thin clouds cast banding shadows.
Evening's salmon glow reflects on gentle water.
The patterns of the wind shift over the calm lake.
Constellations emerge from fingerprints on a glass plate.
The yellow leaves of an upstream sycamore swirl past rocks in the stream.
A shallow stream spins into autumn.
Veins expand like river deltas.
Veins rise like mountain ridges.
A belted galloway roams the high tors of Dartmoor.
Cornmorants strafe the waves in search of food.
A herring gull careens across the overcast sky.
Autumn rushes past.
Dark and twisting branches support a sessile oak's broad canopy.
The eaves of an ancient oak spread far into the clear blue sky.
Tall clouds leave long reflections on the soft sea.
The garden casts alien shadows across broad banana leaves.
A black ant searches for nectar.
The Atlantic laps Cornish sand.
A blue tit peeks out of the tight and twisting twigs of an apple tree.
A house sparrow's beak is stained by ripe blackberries.
A cormorant takes flight over the marsh.
Birches careen past as I struggle to balance, camera in hand, on my speeding bicycle.
Light streams through a tall pine canopy onto the bright leaves of a fledgeling maple.
A young warbler sets off to find dinner among the milkweed.
A red-winged blackbird sings above empty fields,
A ship's tall wake breaks, catching fading light.
A yellow warbler takes flight.
Sun at their backs, mule deer watch the world from a berm above the road.
As the crow flies, fields lay dormant.
Ice undulates over a frozen lake.
The cool pastels of the evening find water between plates of shifting ice.
A downy woodpecker carves out a little piece of the world.
The sinuous surf lurches towards the shore.
Dimming pastels in the eastern sky play upon the patterns of the lake.
A deer shakes dew from its growing antlers.
Ripples wander forth under a cool evening mist.
Rustling cornstalks bend in a late and chilling breeze.
Chimney swifts wheel in the crisp autumn air.
A grasshopper waves in the refractions of a late afternoon sun.
Tall grasses wave against the sinking sun.
Pigeons flee the spires of a Hindu temple.
A hawk soars above hectic Manhattan
The doubly reflected sun glints green on Lincoln Center windows.
Finches and sparrows play among the city's powerlines.
Housecats take shelter from the mid-drought sun.
A wineshack in the vineyards of Biscoitos stands resolute against the setting sun.
Wisping clouds reach in from the sea.
A sheep and her ewe navigate the winding roads of the Icelandic highlands.
The twin torrents of Skaftafell come down upon hoxagonal basalt columns like beams of light.
Across the wide gravel plains of Sólheimasandur, the midnight sun falls through thick black clouds.
The midnight sun crests a snaking ridge.
Barren highlands surround the hollow husks of ancient homesteads.
Kalaloch Creek bends around sentinal cedars after a heavy storm.
After the storm, thick clouds break over the tempestuous Pacific.
As snow falls, waves whittle the high icy banks along Lake Michigan.
On the edge of the world, severed chunks of ice faces the white unknown.
Clouds circle stark ridges north of Kjalarnes.
The ancient skeleton of a long-gone pier stands against the growing dusk.
Trains move fast along the rocky Pacific coast.
Ice coats a reaching pier in the early darkness of winter.