Child Claming At Waning Tide Wood Print

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I photographed this child claming, not so successfully, on a Frenchman Bay beach near Bar Harbor, Maine. I decided to convert this image to black and white to emphasize the etherial nature of a photograph as it presents a frozen moment in time, a never changing instant, both never to again recur and one frozen in two-dimensions merely suggesting that which once was.
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I processed the raw image file shot with a Canon 60D with an 18-55mm...

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