February has sped by. Twenty eight days ago in the wee hours of February 1st I was arguing with the alarm, the cat, my body. The electric blanket was seduction itself but the eclipse was “going to be soooo cool, blue moon, super moon…”…and something else I’ve lost to time.
I lost the argument and got up. When we pack for Florida we haul two cats and their catly gear (food; HUGE, no, it’s really that big, scratchpost; litterboxes; litter; dishes; toys; towels; their world), two bikes (helmets and stuff), two kayaks (and the metric shedload of stuff that goes with kayaks and makes them go) and then there is all the detritus that humans need for modern living.
The point? There truly was not a safe place for a proper lens and a nice heavy tripod. I made do with what I had. What I had was a sorry old 18-55mm kit lens and a small cooler I call backup tripod. This was my first test shot where the photographer decides settings, pouts over the lack of tripod, bemoans the equipment left at home and silently curses the other photographers who got there first. This shot says so much about how I felt that morning. I was insufferably pleased with my plan until I arrived to find others camped out.
Arty. I was in the Eastern Time Zone and as the eclipse was really getting to it the moon was heading to the Pacific. I got some nice shots of the palm, an egret, the moon setting over the bay, the moon by the palm, the egret by the palm, the palm by the bay and reflections of the egret and moon on the waters and distant towns on the horizon…. Meh. It was a kit lens. Photos were nice but Getty isn’t calling.
I rescued this morning of spectacularly average shots by stopping in at the very popular island donut shop. Rather like a donut closet. Donuts are made on premises, there is no room for stock so you gotta get there early, which we never did. There is a whole other world out there of people who get up early and go to donut shops. I always have been and remain a pour coffee into your cup of instant oatmeal and call it breakfast kind of woman.
The best part of this morning was that as the moon set the sun did rise and bath the St. George Island Light in a golden promise…promise of a fabulous day likely highlighted by a mid-morning nap.
It was a good day. I could ride the Seattle ferries all day, and so I did on May 28th.
Once again Black and White has such a different feeling than color. In black and white man becomes another shape, almost negative space, part of the seascape, not human so much as a symbol for Everyman.
In the second photo, color adds humanity. As he looks to the side the viewer eye is drawn more to the man himself, who is he? Where is he going? Is he meeting someone or looking to the future?
I would put this photo in the category ‘street’, it’s not street per se but it is public transportation. Sea lanes are ‘streets’.
Oh, for a muse of fire, that would ascend the brighetest heaven of invention!
My SO had a gig here, a basilica in Grand Rapids. While I missed the concert itself I marveled at the soaring heights of the Cathedral.
The crowning glory, I don’t think it can be called an oculus as it is not open to the heavens, yet the heavens are depicted in the dome.
I am always playing catch up with weekly challenges. I apologize for that. It has more to do with tired eyes than procrastination. Huh.
Today is the 12th Day of Christmas, or, Epiphany. I hope your holidays were marvelous and that your New Year has been full of promising beginnings. I’m trying to wrap up last year and as I sort and store photos I realize*, I do like ‘street’ photography.
* I’m sure you saw what I did there.