Before leaving for Taiwan, Joel and I returned once more to that rugged corner of Cadillac Gorge, a place where the sea seems to argue endlessly with the land. The black volcanic rocks lay slick and immovable, yet the waves would not yield, hurling themselves again and again into the gorge with a restless fury. Each surge collapsed into white spray, only to gather strength for the next assault.
There was no safe way to step down to the water’s edge. The tide ruled the place completely, the turbulent waves striking the rocks with such persistence that the narrow ledges disappeared between each crash. So I stood back, watching the rhythm of sea and stone from a respectful distance, camera in hand.
The light was behind me — a reverse sunset, where the dying glow of the day did not blaze across the horizon but instead brushed the rocks and the restless water in softer tones. The gorge darkened into layers of charcoal and silver, the sea carrying the last reflections of the evening sky.
Later, when I looked at the photograph, the lower edge felt too heavy, too cluttered with the chaos of foam and rock. Cropping away the bottom third seemed to calm the frame, letting the composition breathe — a quieter version of that wild moment, where the stubborn rocks of the gorge and the untiring sea continued their ancient conversation.
Sony A7RV
FE 20-70mm f4 G
Linking Water H2O Thursday
