The Guardian
by Julie Rauscher
Title
The Guardian
Artist
Julie Rauscher
Medium
Photograph - Photography
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I wandered along the beach as sunset approached with it's orange, pink, and lavender hues. It was a stormy day. The waves were frothing, white capped, and wind blown. The lighthouse sat sentry amid the turmoil, a still guardian amidst the tumultuous sea.
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February 17th, 2016
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Julie Rauscher
Hi Kevin, Thank you. It was a wonderful day with the sunset colors, the salt/fishy scent of the ocean, the waves crashing in, and gulls calling overhead, the water glistening, and the lighthouse standing still amidst it all.
Rainbow Artist Orlando L
Wow this image is so stunning and sensational Julie!! wonderful sunset colors to go with such dramatic waves. the lighthouse indeed act like a guardian watching over the stormy sea. i love those glittering water!! L/F
Julie Rauscher
Ed, Thank you for featuring my photo, 'The Guardian', in your exciting group, 'Oregon Coast' - one of my favorite places to wander and photograph - I am honored!
Julie Rauscher
Thank you Debra for featuring my photo, 'The Guardian', in your exciting group, 'The Golden Hour - 1 a day' - I am honored!
Debra Banks
Congratulations, your artwork is featured on the homepage of The Golden Hour, you may add it to the 2017 Featured Archive
Julie Rauscher
Thank you Michele for featuring my photo, 'The Guardian' in your exciting group, "Oregon Beaches"!
Julie Rauscher
Ok...now Dorothy I am intrigued to hear the rest of your poem - love it so far... Thank you for your comments! The lighthouse sitting all alone out there in the middle of that frothing sea - made me feel it's heroism. How amazing it must be to sail on what I can only see from the shore!
Dorothy Hilde
Fabulous name! As a sailor, I can truly appreciate the title of this photo. I love the muted tone as well! It reminds me of a poem, I once wrote. A box with no windows. Open vast is the sea. Currents we travel, in search of thee. What is obvious to one, a cloud to another. Winds of change blow through not hover. Staying the course, the stars we see. Permission to come aboard, he asked of me. I won't stay, but a moment, I've got to go. The thunder it roars and the wind does blow. The main is raised, the hatches battened. Onward she'd sailed as the skies blackened.
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