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smithsonianmag:

These Ocean Waves Look Like Liquid Sculptures
By Megan Gambino
Photos © Pierre Carreau
“I feel like a hunter of perfect moments,” says Pierre Carreau. Most days, in a 20-minute window when the lighting is just right, the photographer is on the beach near his home on the Caribbean island of St. Barth shooting curling waves.
Carreau is mesmerized by breaking waves—the physical result of wind rippling the water surface and friction causing crests to spill onto shore—and he wants to freeze them and share them with the landlocked. ”My goal is to focus on the wave shapes that create a paradox of power and fragility,” he says.
See more of Carreau’s photos of sun-kissed breakers at Smithsonian.com.
smithsonianmag:

These Ocean Waves Look Like Liquid Sculptures
By Megan Gambino
Photos © Pierre Carreau
“I feel like a hunter of perfect moments,” says Pierre Carreau. Most days, in a 20-minute window when the lighting is just right, the photographer is on the beach near his home on the Caribbean island of St. Barth shooting curling waves.
Carreau is mesmerized by breaking waves—the physical result of wind rippling the water surface and friction causing crests to spill onto shore—and he wants to freeze them and share them with the landlocked. ”My goal is to focus on the wave shapes that create a paradox of power and fragility,” he says.
See more of Carreau’s photos of sun-kissed breakers at Smithsonian.com.
smithsonianmag:

These Ocean Waves Look Like Liquid Sculptures
By Megan Gambino
Photos © Pierre Carreau
“I feel like a hunter of perfect moments,” says Pierre Carreau. Most days, in a 20-minute window when the lighting is just right, the photographer is on the beach near his home on the Caribbean island of St. Barth shooting curling waves.
Carreau is mesmerized by breaking waves—the physical result of wind rippling the water surface and friction causing crests to spill onto shore—and he wants to freeze them and share them with the landlocked. ”My goal is to focus on the wave shapes that create a paradox of power and fragility,” he says.
See more of Carreau’s photos of sun-kissed breakers at Smithsonian.com.
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visualgraphic:

Bravado Brewing Company
by Todd Quackenbush
visualgraphic:

Bravado Brewing Company
by Todd Quackenbush
visualgraphic:

Bravado Brewing Company
by Todd Quackenbush
visualgraphic:

Bravado Brewing Company
by Todd Quackenbush
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kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
kylejthompson:

I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes.  A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
 New life took over the town.  Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one.  As it grew dark it began to rain.  I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof.  I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
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