It happened in a flash, the kind of storm that barely settles in before the sun pushes it right back out. Not today rain! I heard the pitter patter of raindrops on the top of my car before the sky got dark, and by an extreme stroke of luck I actually had my camera with me!
The closest beach was Pine Point in Scarborough. I got there just when the rain turned off the spigot. Giant drops became smaller and smaller, hanging longer in the air as their mass decreased. One moment the world was gray and rushing, the next it was gold, the kind of gold that feels almost unreal. Sun rays bouncing off the teeniest drops and created incredible light. Mist lifted off the sand like a veil, drifting between people walking the shoreline, softening them into silhouettes.
The sun came through with this warm, heavy glow that made everything shimmer. The water, the footprints, even the air itself felt lit from within. You could hardly see more than a few steps ahead, but somehow that made it feel peaceful, like the beach had turned into its own little world for a moment.
I didn’t have long. Scenes like this never stay. But that’s part of why I love photographing Maine, especially in the summer. The beauty shows up without warning, stays just long enough for you to notice, and then slips away before you can catch your breath. The beauty of this side even eclipsed the rainbow behind me. It slid off into the distance as the rainstorm moved out to sea. I didn't think there was enough of a foreground to be a "good enough" photo. It just goes to show that just because a rainbow is beautiful, not all rainbow shots are "good". There's a lot of the person's personality and creative eye in each scene. Keep on making new things.
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It happened in a flash, the kind of storm that barely settles in before the sun pushes it right back out. Not today rain! I heard the pitter patter of raindrops on the top of my car before the sky got dark, and by an extreme stroke of luck I actually had my camera with me!
The closest beach was Pine Point in Scarborough. I got there just when the rain turned off the spigot. Giant drops became smaller and smaller, hanging longer in the air as their mass decreased. One moment the world was gray and rushing, the next it was gold, the kind of gold that feels almost unreal. Sun rays bouncing off the teeniest drops and created incredible light. Mist lifted off the sand like a veil, drifting between people walking the shoreline, softening them into silhouettes.
The sun came through with this warm, heavy glow that made everything shimmer. The water, the footprints, even the air itself felt lit from within. You could hardly see more than a few steps ahead, but somehow that made it feel peaceful, like the beach had turned into its own little world for a moment.
I didn’t have long. Scenes like this never stay. But that’s part of why I love photographing Maine, especially in the summer. The beauty shows up without warning, stays just long enough for you to notice, and then slips away before you can catch your breath. The beauty of this side even eclipsed the rainbow behind me. It slid off into the distance as the rainstorm moved out to sea. I didn't think there was enough of a foreground to be a "good enough" photo. It just goes to show that just because a rainbow is beautiful, not all rainbow shots are "good". There's a lot of the person's personality and creative eye in each scene. Keep on making new things.
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