a wooden bench sitting on top of a wooden floor

One night, in the middle of the night, more than a decade ago, I walked on the Stearns Wharf pier in Santa Barbara. It was quiet, lonely, and I was isolated with a digital camera without expensive equipment or pre-planning. The wooden bench seemed isolated so I pointed and clicked, just once. The bench captured my mood that night. Sometimes, what we shoot is simply what we are feeling at that moment. That’s the beauty of photography…it’s us, alone, seeing the voice of light, feeling things and capturing one, never-to be repeated moment in time. This was my night on the Wharf.