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Old photos…

I missed the announcement that the photo shoot for the evening had been cancelled.  I figured it out while waiting for the ferry without another photographer in sight.  I went ahead and rode the ferry anyway, and also rode the sunset cruise out of Clearwater beach. The sliver of sky at the horizon provided enough sunset color to make me happy that day, and happy with my pictures, but they look different to me now, two years later.  Now I’m reviewing pictures from that day  and I find myself wondering about all the people who were there, all the dramas going on behind the windows that I photographed that day.  Were people enjoying a longed-for vacation?  Were there reunions of old friends happening anywhere out there?  Engagements?  Happy news?  Sad news?  I was enjoying my day that day even if it hadn’t turned out exactly as I’d expected.  But today I know that those hotels and condos are still there, but they may be empty, or nearly so.  There may be people enjoying the sunset from home even as I write this.  I hope so.  The hotels are man made, but the sunset is a gift.  It’s still there to be enjoyed.

I don’t know why I never went back and rode the ferry again.  My friend just visited me recently and I wish I’d thought to do this with her.  Right now I feel like I just can’t wait to go out and do things like this again.  I hope I remember to make the most of my  opportunities when that day comes.

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It’s not about the bees…

It’s not about the flowers either.  It’s about the dogs.  About how living alone, but with dogs, isn’t really living alone alone at all.  You talk to them, or I did anyhow.  And because of them you go out for a walk and find things like a cactus covered in gorgeous white flowers.  And you wonder how it is that you only just noticed them now that you are interested in photography, because you also walked the same route with the dogs for years before that was true.  Walking them also led to fun exchanges with people on the street, like the guy in the convertible who stopped to say, “I didn’t think you were allowed to have livestock in Spring Hill.”  He was referring to the fact that these dogs weren’t the daintiest of God’s creatures, all 250 pounds of them.  And then there’s the breathing.  They were out of the house for a month after my husband died, my son having taken them over while Charley was in the hospital.  I kept the house dark and quiet during that time.  It wasn’t a choice, I needed the solitude.  I don’t know how long that would have lasted if not for the dogs.  When I did bring them home to my quiet house I found myself listening to them breathe.  It was as if the house had come back to life, the house was breathing, and maybe I also took a breath.

I probably wasn’t trying to hold two leashes while I took these pictures with my iPhone 7+.  I used to drop the leashes and step on them if I could, but if not I’d let them go because they waited patiently for me to finish.  Nope, I wasn’t ever alone when they were part of my life.  I miss them.

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Striking a balance…

So yes, I am alone most of the time as I’ve said.  And yes, I don’t mind it, most of the time at least.  But today my mind was on how much more fun it was when life was two by two.  Like this…3-28twobirds3-28toucan3-28lovebirds03-31-20twobytwodonkeys03-31-20twobytwocolts203-31-20twobytwocolts103-31-20twobytwohens

Maybe not so much like this though…03-31-20twobytwocoyotes

There’s nothing to do but get through each day the best we can.  As for me, I’ll think about where I want to go when we are all turned loose again….

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The Lurker…

She arrived in the dark.  “No, not just dark,” she thought, “The fog is rolling in.”  “At least I’m alone,” another thought, and then she laughed at herself because there were plenty of no-see-ums arriving to keep her company.  Or drive her crazy.  She opened the back of the van and rummaged for the can of OFF that she kept there, and doused herself.  There was a slight glow in the sky as she took a couple of pictures at the first bridge, her first stop, and then, anxious to get to the second bridge, her favorite, she moved on, .

It was darker there, foggier, even though she had driven only a minute up the road.  She got out of the van and set up her camera.  As she glanced around she looked to her left and caught a hint of a shape in the murk.  Was it him, she wondered, hoped?  She always looked for him when she came to this place.  She used to see him every time she was here, but then he was gone, just gone.  If she saw a fisherman she always asked if they had seen him, but they didn’t seem to know what happened to him either.  She didn’t come as often as she used to, but still she always looked, and she was always disappointed.  She aimed her camera in that direction, hurrying in case he disappeared into the gloom.  “Of all days to come out without the zoom lens,” she lamented, mad at herself for choosing to grab the little camera only in her haste to get out the door.  “Wait,” she thought, she could zoom with her phone, even if it didn’t take a sharp photo she’d be able to know for sure if it was him.  She clicked a picture, but still wasn’t sure, she needed to put the photo into her computer when she got home.  She crossed the road for a better angle, afraid she’d spook him, but he didn’t move as she took a few more pictures.

Then there was a voice, calling, “Hey Fred,” it said.  He turned his head instantly, and then quickly moved toward the sound.  “Hi Fred,” a man’s voice.  She saw him in a pool of light from the street lamp, smiling as he tossed something to Fred.  And now she was sure it was him.  One-foot Fred was alive and well, she now knew for sure.  The sunrise hadn’t been much, but she drove home smiling, happy that she had come out that morning after all. 03-27-20aripekaFred03-27-20aripekaFred203-27-20aripekasunrise203-27-20aripekasunrise3The iPhone shot…03-27-20aripekaFred3

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Days pass…

The decibel level was up at the rookery the other day.  Thanks in no small part by these guys.03-26-20rookerysoundingoff2 03-26-20rookerysoundingoff.jpg

I stopped by because I knew the babies would all be that much bigger and therefore easier to see.  Which was true.  I think some of them are into calisthenics.03-26-20rookeryworkout2.jpg03-26-20rookerycrazyeyes.jpg03-26-20rookerytrio.jpg03-26-20rookeryegret1.jpg

I don’t get as worried as I once did when I see on osprey flying overhead while I’m there.  I thought he was after baby birds the first time I saw one there, but when it dived it came up with a fish, which was a relief.03-26-20rookeryosprey.jpg03-26-20rookeryanhinga.jpgLife at the rookery appears to be proceeding as usual, no worries, no inkling of life having been turned upside down.  I’m sure we’ll get there too, back to normal, but hopefully wise enough to appreciate it when it does.