I’m finally getting around to editing my photos from our four-day trip to the Oregon Coast. I think it will take me a few days to get caught up on my posts.
I’d been looking forward to that short trip for a while. I’ve lived by large bodies of water most of my life and I missed it. We’ve lived on the high desert for the last twelve years and, although there are many lakes near us, none of them can compare with the ocean.
Whenever we travel, I’m always hoping for optimal photography weather. But more often than not, the conditions aren’t what I’d like them to be but I’ve learned that sometimes the worst weather makes the best photographs. This trip was one of those where the weather didn’t quite cooperate as much as I had hoped.
The trip started out on one of those warm, sunny, cloudless days and it was like that most of the trip. We stopped at a short walking path along the Rogue River to take some photos. It was the middle of the day and probably too bright to be getting the best photos. But I had to work with what I had.
By the time we got to the coast, it was socked in with fog. Occasionally we’d find a spot where the fog wasn’t quite as thick and could get some photos of the sea stacks. That evening it looked like the fog might lift to get some sunset shots but it never materialized.
But it was fun walking along the beach, listening to the waves crashing on the shore. It brought back wonderful memories.