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.
Two photos from one of my last trips to New York City. The bird was photographed from the Ellis Island Ferry out on the bay and the buildings from “some street”corner near Trump Plaza.
NYC has always had a love/hate relationship with me, I can’t wait to go, then when I get there I can’t wait to leave. The history attracts me, the shear number of humans fascinates me, the architectural sites boggle the mind. The photographer in me screams to take photos, while the sane person hidden inside me screams to leave.