Back to Santa Monica pier. There seem to be endless points of view for photographing it. The more I come to this place, the more it allows me to see it.
Perhaps experience it would be a better word for this.
Last time, a few months ago when I was here I took a photo of the underside of the pier. It was not perfect, the camera moved a bit, so I thought I would try again this time.
Armed with my camera and my new tripod, came to the pier an hour before sunset and started photographing on the beach, getting under the pier when the sun was still up in the sky, but not for long. This time I was not alone there, a man was taking pictures of a young girl, some girls passing from one side to the other.
I was just sitting there, camera focused on the view, when I saw that moving the camera just a tiny bit - revealed the light streaming in. Turning a place which is dark and foreboding into the center hall of a temple. Then, as a perfect touch, a little boy came and started playing in the sand. click. and another. and another.
The closest I have ever been to understanding how the Temple in Jerusalem must have looked like.
My temple by the sea.