The quality of timelessness is something I gravitate to in my photography: I’m always happy to find a scene that appears to be one from the distant past, and/or a locale far far away. Perhaps it’s the universality I seek, or the presumed simplicity of a different era.
This one, a dock with two lights, conjures up medieval Japan and/or an Akira Kurosawa film, one of my all time favorite movie directors, going back to undergraduate days and a Kurosawa film festival. My favorite of his is still probably The Seven Samurai.
That’s the mouth of the CT River on the left, emptying into the Long Island Sound. The Borough of Fenwick, a rather upscale part of Old Saybrook, stands in the middle distance, anchored by the Lynde Point Lighthouse, barely visible at its left edge.
I’m looking out over South Cove here, towards a dazzlingly bright late afternoon sun shimmering off the mud and water of low tide. Interestingly, there’s hardly any post-processing here; the camera’s color sensor rendered the scene in a simple monochrome.
