Gradients
There are a few people on the ledge that juts out over the sea. Dark specks that congregate as close as they dare to the edge. They have heads and bodies but nothing to ground them. I can't make out their legs. There is also a smudge of human activity on the sea just below the cloud. It is difficult to pick out with the naked eye, and impossible with this recapturing. You'll have to trust me, then, when I tell you that there is a smudge. It is a ship, I suppose, though my imagination must supply the details my eyes cannot uncover. The gradients of blue are not interested in revealing the details of the specks and the smear. Why would they be? They are vast in the truest sense. We are engulfed by them.
I was struck by the contemplation of human inter-actions with water. Just as inter-action occurs through touch, I want to suggest that it also manifests with the mediation of sight. As we are overwhelmed by the heady, rhythmic fidgeting of the sea and the expanse of a sky that is limited only by our perception, we are changed. Altered, but not lessened. Enhanced, maybe. True, I cannot clearly see the ship or the people dancing on the rock, but I do not require that kind of clarity. The longer I gaze at these gradients of blue, the more I find I do not want it. It is the natural landscape that inspires and challenges me. It demands the foreground. This photo was taken as I looked back, an over-the-shoulder glance that speaks of reflection. It allows insight. A new perspective shaped by gradients of colour.