As another day breaks on the English coast of Dorset, I prepare to capture the beauty of Durdle Door. I marvel at the great waves lapping against the majestic limestone cliffs, slowly sculpted by time. It’s amazing how erosion is solely to blame for its magnificence. One cannot help, but think – Will time only alter its beauty, or will time prove that its beauty is fleeting? If the latter’s the case, then, all the more reason to try and capture Durdle Door in a photograph.
What I expected to be a quick escape from the hustle and bustle of the city, slowly unfolded to be a grounding experience. One realizes that beauty evades capture; moments and things are best seen with one’s own eyes. A photographer can only do so much. Colors will not come out (in photographs) as vivid as you’ve witnessed them. The mind and the beauty of nature interact at a truly personal level, requiring you to be here in the now.