I was looking for a field of lilies and stumbled at this magical scenery. While I was taking photographs I realized that there was no place quite like it. Hundreds of thousands of lilies occupied this field with a nearby narrow stream a few yards to the left leading to the ocean. The tranquil flow of water, calm breeze, and chirping of birds heading back to their nests as the day drawed to an end made me feel comforted and warm inside.
This valley caught my eye as the vast number of lilies extended far out into the horizon. The strong floral smell and picturesque scenery made me feel secure and comforted, reminding me of home. The great number of flowers reminded me that being together with the ones you love is what produces comfort and openness. Just like the flowers open petals reaching up towards the warm sun, love is a similar warm feeling.
I was alone in the cold and dark night with no moonlight to accompany me. I had known of this destination before and wanted to explore it. As the light came up and above the ocean’s horizon, I felt like a long-awaited gift was given to me. I found my way near a lighthouse where there were hundreds of thousands of rocks and the bay that was still and silent. The view was stretched out and I could see miles worth of land all around me because of the clear sky. Considering this peaceful moment makes us realize how this lighthouse has saved many people from blizzards and raging storms.
As I had driven eleven days to capture a classic shot of the snow in the winter it felt as if I entered an enchanted forest. The wind was chilly, the ground felt soft, and the temperature was low, but my determination was unrelenting.
It was tranquil scenery that was surrounded by nothing but nature. No roads nearby, no city action, just the sound of the wind making the leaves bristle causing the gentle and light snowfall to sway to the ground
In photography, capturing the moment that holds meaning and a place in your heart is what gives the photo its value. This horseshoe lookalike consists of the Colorado River which flows through Utah, Arizona, and Nevada. I had traveled here four times in the past but kept on wanting to come back to take a flawless photo.
The dark blue and endless flow of water, color-changing rocks, and its height measuring one-thousand feet high spoke to me.