Walking home

Silhouetted against the evening sun, he walks angled with a limp. Even so, he walks quickly and with a definite purpose; he knows where he is going. Is he going home? I guess so, but will there be anyone to greet him, a wife to ask how his day was, or someone else with whom to share the contents of his carrier bag?

I shall never know the answer, but I pray that he was walking home to more than just the brightness of the evening sun; that his home would be a place that is full of light, life and laughter, peace, hope and joy.

Everyone deserves a home to go to, a refuge from the world outside, a sanctuary where one can truly be oneself. Or as the old saying goes, ‘home is where the heart is.’  May that be so for each one of us.

Douarnenez marina at dusk

We had joined an evening walk led by a local guide, walking the narrow and winding paths along the beautiful coastline, we ambled our way into Douarnanez as the sun was setting.  It’s a town full of character and history; an interesting juxtaposition of it’s Communist past (yes really) with Soviet-style housing blocks sitting uncomfortably amongst otherwise typically French provincial architecture.  There was a yachting festival taking place, so the marina was full and busy, however by the time we got there most had retired to one of the many roadside bars and cafés.

One of the challenges with photography is narrowing the gap between what your eyes see and what the camera ‘sees’.  In this case the exposure came out quite flat and the colours muted compared to what I remembered from being there.  Using Lightroom I brought the colours and white balance back to to as close as I can remember.

Info: Nikon D7000, 18-55 vr lens @ 18mm ISO 800, 1/125 sec, NEF file processed in Lightroom 4