Light Observation #1
It is 7:00 am below Johnny Mercer's Pier on Wrightsville Beach. The tide is calm. I pass rock piles in the dark promise of the twilight as it is slowly metamorphing into light. The beach is cold and the sand lays bare on my feet which are now frozen.
A shadowy form rises and takes shape from the darkness. Later, the golden and white tints of light swallow his presence and outline a man who assumes a James Dean smoking pose. It was as if the darknesses resonance and luminosity had carved him against the ocean landscape.
The stark sky which was once B&W slowly becomes Technicolor. Painted across the sky was a red explosion of light. The fiery atmospheric glow was quickly replaced with pink and orange and yellow variations which compose of the sunrise. I melt into this pink and orange and yellow hue from the fall sunrise. This phenomenon quickly expanded and sunk until it blended with the colors underneath. Then, the sun begins coining in-between both the top and bottom half of the pier. The light filters in-between the cracks and divots of the pier and creates an iridescent heaviness as if someone is shining a quartz crystal directly upon the sun. This transformation of light and color upon Wrightsville Beach made magic feel real.
Sunrises destroy me in the most beautiful way. A sky, melancholy and aching from transformation, and how I identify with it. It is as if the sky is saving me over and over again. Time, experienced as vivid fragments of light, in a complex, continuous now. I embrace the exquisite fragility of the radiance in the here and now.
I look to find the figure of the James Dean man and spot him walking away from the ocean landscape. Never once pausing nor looking back, the remnant of the James Dean vanished.
A shadowy form rises and takes shape from the darkness. Later, the golden and white tints of light swallow his presence and outline a man who assumes a James Dean smoking pose. It was as if the darknesses resonance and luminosity had carved him against the ocean landscape.
The stark sky which was once B&W slowly becomes Technicolor. Painted across the sky was a red explosion of light. The fiery atmospheric glow was quickly replaced with pink and orange and yellow variations which compose of the sunrise. I melt into this pink and orange and yellow hue from the fall sunrise. This phenomenon quickly expanded and sunk until it blended with the colors underneath. Then, the sun begins coining in-between both the top and bottom half of the pier. The light filters in-between the cracks and divots of the pier and creates an iridescent heaviness as if someone is shining a quartz crystal directly upon the sun. This transformation of light and color upon Wrightsville Beach made magic feel real.
Sunrises destroy me in the most beautiful way. A sky, melancholy and aching from transformation, and how I identify with it. It is as if the sky is saving me over and over again. Time, experienced as vivid fragments of light, in a complex, continuous now. I embrace the exquisite fragility of the radiance in the here and now.
I look to find the figure of the James Dean man and spot him walking away from the ocean landscape. Never once pausing nor looking back, the remnant of the James Dean vanished.
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