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Shooting the Ocean
She stood on the boardwalk at Jones Beach State Park. She couldn’t believe her luck. A single week ago, she had graduated college and now her feet were standing on a beach. She watched the sunset with the Atlantic rising majestically to pummel the sand as waves crashed down with the rush and sound of fulfillment. It’s something akin to a sadistic mating dance, she thought.
Jasper began shooting the ocean and wondering how much these two elements must love one another. She watched dark, powerful ocean slap the sand sadistically, chasing earth inland in wild pursuit, only to pull a fraction of earth back to sea in enticing, seductive retreat. Its intimate give and take, and an eternal exchange of energy. Nothing can ever end this, she mused excitedly.
Standing alone in the moonlight, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized that shooting the ocean made her nothing shy of an intrusive voyeur. Jasper rolled her eyes at herself, ugh, the worst kind.
She’d caught many shots that were much more than just the wildness of Mother Nature. These are unique, one-of-a- kind photos with an intense, sensual point of view, she told herself, not like the repetitive National Geographic Magazine, she grinned lost in thought. Then Jasper hugged her camera and did a small, celebratory jump-twist.
It was as if the wide-angle lens of innocent curiosity lead her to stumble upon lecherous lovers thought hidden. Jasper knew she should leave but froze in fascination. She knew these photos would be rewarded handsomely, as certainly as she knew that cashing her paycheck would feel too similar to walking away from a John and tucking his money into her thigh-high boot.
Nonetheless, she couldn’t let it dampen her spirits. She was ecstatic knowing these shots would ‘make her’. These photos would be the beginning of a stellar reputation and career. She ran for the boardwalk anxious to tuck her equipment safely into a photography bag.
Jasper returned to the stairs below the boardwalk, bent down to retrieve her shoes and found herself looking into piercing, ice blue eyes as a scream welled up in her throat.
© October 21, 2016 – 04:10 PM