This photo was shot at Ambleside Beach in West Vancouver, looking toward the Lions Gate Bridge, the port and city of Vancouver and Stanley Park.
Sometimes I like to use lines to draw the viewer’s eye into the subject. Here we see logs, water, waves and even the land on the other side of the water drawing the eye to the bridge. Look at the sky; even the clouds are pointing to the bridge and the city. But, instead of the bridge showing its immensity of size and strength, the first log is the largest subject. This first log competes with the bridge and steals the thunder from the bridge. The angle, along with the lens, makes this log look so much larger than the bridge. Just as interesting, the log seems like it might even be longer than the bridge and, it has a hole in it, indicating that it was used for something. Perhaps a log boom. The log has some history and some stories to tell. But it has been on this beach, lifeless, for a long time—long enough for grass to grow under it in barren sand. How many people does it know? What stories could it tell?
In this otherwise dead scene, the water brings life to this greyish brown beach and the very old log, actually a dead tree that once rose high into the sky. Is it looking at the trees across the water? While the beach seems to be deserted, even on this sunny day, the bridge, trees across the water and city in the background, speak of life. Even the footprints in the sand would seem to indicate that people have recently walked there. If one looks closely, cars can be found in the parking lot on the left and boats on the right. I am reminded of the footprints on the moon with the blue Earth in the background.
Another interesting aspect here is that public beaches are manicured. The logs are moved around to create a somewhat organized seating arrangement for people and providing a hint of privacy by being spaced out. But, there is a contrast here. You can see the well placed logs in the background, yet, this huge old log, has not been moved. It may have washed up in a very high tide or a storm and has remained untouched, commanding it’s final resting place. Look down near the water. Here you can see logs that are running the same direction as the big log, parallel to the water. They all washed up on the beach. The smaller logs near the water seem to be lined up like kids in school with the big old log the master or teacher.
A log is an interesting subject. Day by day, it captures stories, but keeps them to itself. It attempts to battle the weather and holds scars. Each log, has been keeping a record. Once a tree, its rings recording history, now in death it lives on in another life.