Day's End

The day ended for this young beachgoer at the fishing harbor of Moss

Landing, California, going home after sunset in very low light,

(which accounts for its 'softness' not lack of focus or steadiness.

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comment. Please share your superior knowledge to help improve my

photography. Thanks! Enjoy! John

I always like an image that tells a bit of a story, and you've got that here. Might I suggest some judicious cropping in from the left and down from the top - just enough to make the child a little more prominent and the container/truck a little less so.

Thanks for the compliment.

 

Fish are shipped by truck (this is not a 'container truck' but a semi-tractor trailer -- trailer only.

 

The cropping choices were this, and the resolution was limited by the very low-light conditions and the fact the child was moving which give a sort of low resolution to the photo, despite a Vibration Reduction lens, and just a fleeting moment to 'capture' this.

 

So, if one cuts off the building on the left, the building windows at the top and part of the semi-truck trailer, one gets a kid and part of a trailer with parts of words cut off.

 

I don't and didn't think that would make much of a photo, but I'm interested in seeing your ideas (see below).

 

I wanted (in my choices, at least) to capture a kid in the enormity of a fading, aging fishing port, to be caught in the enormity of the circumstances, surrounded by the paraphernalia of the port, including the geometry of the buildings and their windows, top without cutting them off, the building to the left, and the truck tailer with its very aged appearance (it's derelict, if you didn't gather) with its aging sign.

 

It's a decrepit port, maybe headed for future glory as a resort, as it's perched (so to speak) on the edge of a famous (tourist attraction or it would be famous if people knew -- the Elkhorn Slough, (onetime mouth of the Salinas River) -- where I can easily any day from the shore spot 20 sea otters swimming about, and it's a birder's paradise, but by boat only), and one guy has a monopoly on that at $28 per pop -- about 2 hours, daily -- no one would guess how rich he's becoming.

 

But the boats aren't fishing (there's a moratorium and limit on salmon fishing, the state's paying to chop of older boats, fishermen are abandoning the work after a lifetime at it, and nobody yet has moved in with the trendier shoppes that often take over such places -- hence it's a slice of older Americana -- and one inhabited by men who often are on parole/probation, and from the seamier and rougher side of life.

 

I chose the photo for minimal cropping as I usually do, but I'd be interested if you'd post your suggested cropping in a comment. To be in-line it must be no more than 511 pixels wide and no more than 100k total size, otherwise it will post as a link.

 

Best regards.

 

John