There was a new message waiting for me at the park this morning. I heartily agree with the message, and even the spelling was creative. I could have called this post ‘the blue hour’, or even simply, Happy Halloween, but my little creative friend won my heart today.
I’ve already admitted that I have never been a fan of hockey. It just never seemed to be on the TV growing up, or since. But now that I have a friend who’s favorite sport is hockey it seems I may be making up for a lifetime of not watching it. Which might not have been a particularly welcome change if not for the fact that I am happiest with a camera in my hands. If there is one thing that going to a hockey game will give you it’s photo ops galore. The action never stops. You don’t have to wait for a bird to turn its head, or hold your breath while you try to will the sunrise or sunset colors to develop. Nope, there is something going on all the time, and so you may leave the game with 608 pictures in your camera. Or over 1000 as one of the group said she took. And, thanks to the group, we discovered that the upstairs view isn’t covered with netting except on the ends in range of the goals. So the center is open, no scuff marks on the glass or netting to shoot through. And there’s a bar, and a place to sit with a beer to watch the game and shoot pictures. Warmer too! I think I’m becoming a fan.
I do wonder how I would have felt if my son had wanted to play hockey when he was little. All the contact and shoving each other that goes on, and of course the fights, would have bothered me. But then they do all shake hands after the game, I guess I would have had to concentrate on that.
We arrived in Dewey Beach and found our accommodations included a short walk to view the sunset. And family to boot! How great is that?
Was I at Pine Island for the sunset? Of course I was. Did I get there early and totally get distracted by people watching? Of course I did.
There was the mom on the pier next to me who’s son was catching fiddler crabs and asking her to take a picture of them. He happily let me take a picture also. Then there was Dave, a frequent flier at both the sunrise at Bayport and the sunset at Pine Island. He sets up his camera to take a shot every few seconds and makes videos which he puts on You Tube.
There were cartwheels on the beach…
I had seen this little baby playing in the mud but couldn’t get a shot of him until Dad carried him down to the water to rinse him off.
What I can’t seem to get a picture of is how this guy gets from the before picture to the after picture.
Oh wait, I was there for the sunset…
I wasn’t quite sure where I was heading for the sunset when I left the house last night, but I wound up at Green Key beach, where I found it was high tide and I regretted my choice immediately. High tide leaves you with exactly one view of the sunset, unless you are this guy…
He may have been standing in the water because a cast of characters had totally taken over the other possible view…
There was something new and different to see on the beach however.
This rock tower was built and rebuilt a few times while I was there. Another photographer and I walked onto the sand to take a picture as this boy was placing a small stone atop his tower.
I called to the kid, “Don’t knock it down yet.”, and the photographer answered, “Oh, I won’t.”
It did appear that the sunset would be extinguished early.
But the sun emerged from the clouds for one last lovely view…
I have to hand it to the lens ball. As a conversation starter it really can’t be beat. Every time I’m out with it someone comments, and I always invite them to take pictures also. And they do, because even the cell phone works like a charm with it. That’s what happened the other night. Two couples were out for the sunset together and they asked about the lens ball and then took their own pictures through it. We had a running conversation all evening, because when it was finally sunset they got to try it again. I saw them as I was leaving and felt like I was saying goodbye to friends. One man said, “Keep enjoying life”, and I’m happy to think that that’s how I came across to them. Because I do.