Sea Island, Ga…. sometime in the late 80’s. My wife and I were spending a long weekend celebrating our wedding anniversary when I spotted this bird sitting on the dock piling. Those were film days, long before digital. You had to compose, run some calculations through your head, set the camera and…. wait until the film is processed and proofed to know if you got your shot. I was able to fire off 3 frames before the bird took offense at me being there, this was the middle image.
I went outside this morning, cup of coffee and my camera… saw this little guy working hard to get his breakfast. Cool air, warm sunshine… makes you feel good.
Deep south, Georgia, on the Suwannee River. A park off of Interstate 75 that gives weary travelers a break, if headed north maybe a last look at the old time south.
If you were to visit in the summertime you would find that areas like this are ruled by gnats, mosquitos, cicadas and tree frogs. A mishmash of sounds assault your ears as the cicadas and frogs sing their songs while constant buzzing of the mosquitos are in and out of your ears. Don’t worry, the gnats have you eyes and nose occupied.
It’s easy to feel transported to a different time and place where nature rules and man is an afterthought. I can’t wait to go back.
A few months back we went to the beach…. saw this out in the parking lot So perfect for the day.
Sunset over the water, warm evening air, smell of a bar-b-que, sounds… friends talking, kids playing in the distance, oil stains on the wood of this old chair, if it could only talk.
A country road just before sunset….
A wood pile photographed by the light of the moon on a cold creepy night. As the shadows grow longer, the sounds of the night life grow louder. A soft crack of a stick makes you peer deep into the shadows and the wind rustles the dry leaves as a distant howl breaks the night air.