Oregon Dunes: Sand Dragon’s Eye
Back and forth the sand blows. Always changing, but never disturbing what lies below. Each grain of sand, a story in itself. But only a brief counterpoint compared to the history of the dunes.
Looking out over the rolling hills of sand, I stand squinting into the wind. Protecting my camera was a futile effort, so I set it up, trying to get a great shot that shows beige in a whole new light.
“Plants and foregrounds … bah,” I said to myself derisively of my fellow photographers. “Don’t they know that exposing the abstract and texture of a scene is the way to go?”
I guess not. I knew better though. So I perched my self on a ridge and surveyed the rolling dunes below.
“The lines and subtle variation of color is all I need. I’ll use the texture of the windblown sand as my foreground. Who needs a damn plant.”
As I framed the shot I saw the eye open. Just a slit, mind you, but it was there nonetheless. Black as night, like obsidian. Eating the light that hit its surface.
Just as quickly, it closed again. But not quick enough to avoid my shutter.
I know better than to think I was lucky enough to catch its appearance. I know for sure It was waiting for me.
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