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.
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.
This photo was shot 13 years ago with a early design digital camera. I know it was taken on the island of Maui, Hawaii and I think, pretty sure, seem to remember it was a night shot. But, it’s digital and we live in the world of Photoshop. Maybe it was a sunset, or sunrise and I was goofing around some years ago in Photoshop. Guess I’ll have to check the RAW file but I kinda like it as a night image, full moon shining on the sea….
“Staring at a starry night sky, dreaming of some place to go” my favorite line from a Jimmy Buffet song.
The weather is cold here at home, snow showers and windy. I’m not getting much done, daydreaming about somewhere the sun is shining and the weather is warm.
A foggy Sunday morning in the Arizona mountains. The mist added to the already magnificent scene creating a feeling that only a dinosaur was missing.
A snow storm would move in later that day creating yet another sublime landscape, but those photos are for another day.
On the road again, cold coffee in the cup holder, static on the radio. Headed to the horizon, trying to make time.
One more exit, then I’ll stop. One more exit, it’s not too far.
I need fuel, but one more exit before the sun sets, then I’ll stop.