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.
A few months back we went to the beach…. saw this out in the parking lot So perfect for the day.
As the snowstorm approaches your mind drifts back to olden days, a long long time ago to a warm day on a faraway beach….
Back in 1983 I visited this Civil war Fort with my fiancé, we did the tourist thing and walked around reading the plaques and taking photos. Only then it was all film.
Digging around in a closet last week I found the transparency laying on the floor, it had fallen out of it’s storage glassene and ended up on the dark floor where it has been stepped on… apparently multiple times. Accidents happen and I do have multiple frames of the image so in the end I haven’t lost much.
It did remind me of all the ups and downs of living in the film world…you shot a lot less (each shot cost money), composed the image a lot longer and didn’t see the images until days or weeks later. Unless you had a polaroid attachment, you did not have a instant view of the image — you had to rely on your training, instincts or experience (whichever was greater) to get a good photo. Manipulation of the image was usually limited to what you could do IN FRONT of the lens, not after in a computer.
That fact in itself made me — a professional — a viable entity in the world. Natural talent combined with the understanding of the mysterious “dark room” and proper training provided myself and my peers with work and job security. Nowadays, a cell phone and multiple graphic apps or a DSLR set on auto will give anyone a pretty good image lowering the need to hire a professional. My profession is a victim of the very technology I love.
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.
This short ladder was built for my son when he was 8 or 9 so he could climb up on top of a skate ramp we had made out in the back yard. The ramp disappeared after a few years but the ladder hung on. Too short and small for anything other than a small kid it just became a decoration out in the yard, a doorway to old memories.