Is there an artful moment in the blank between the fullness of dream adventure and the emptiness of the moment awakened?
I hear the roar of the sea still from last night. Resonance from the mouth of the earth, a cavity, even a cave, grotto. To the ear the message is fascinating, full, live. To the microphone and recording, terrible.
To the eye, subtleties of light are fascinating too, and some is retained in a photo. Instantly recognizable, even in a small scene.
2020-11-01, 11pm, 4
Went to the rocks for a shoot. It was much like that special January day in 2019. The sun was within an hour of setting. Instead of the couple being Patti and me as in 2019, the couple this time was young, romantic, taking in the dying rays. They incidentally got into some of my pictures, but do not appear in the model, now 6% generated mesh with nine hours to go. Maybe tomorrow morning when I wake up, there will be a mesh. The power of 150 pictures. This scene is bigger than the one from 2019.
The new scene is 60 feet long by 40 feet wide. I think back to the time I modeled a good chunk of these same rocks, 256 by 256 meters from satellite photos, as I consider how satisfying this one rock and its neighbors will be.
