There’s the camera and then there’s the iPhone. The 11 pro max to be exact. Not the latest, greatest iPhone any longer, but I have no complaints.
It occurs to me now that going to Anna Maria City Pier for the sunset would also be a good idea. On top of a potentially gorgeous sunset you might also follow the suggestions on this sign have enjoy some shrimp and beer. Wherever you go, and no matter what you see and how many pictures you take, you always need to go back for more…
Wasn’t it lucky that I stopped at Coquina Beach on my way back to the condo and spotted this row of umbrellas sitting out on the beach? There were a few people walking about, but no one was sitting, which was fine by me. And we walked the beach closer to home too.
This was a message left on a piece of driftwood on the beach. I hope there will be lots to smile about in 2021.
Not everyone is up for getting out for the sunrise, including my hostess for my trip to Longboat Key. And that was fine with me because I’m pretty sure that only another photographer would put up with my early morning shenanigans. I was sure that since I was on a skinny little slip of land with beaches on the east side, that finding a place to view said sunrise would be a no-brainer. But evidently Holmes Beach is more of a town than a beach, and even though I was beginning to see some color in the sky I couldn’t find a place to pull over. I was sure I was too late period, and then I saw an arrow pointing me to Anna Maria City Pier. It was right on the water, and with parking right there too. In just a minute or so I was finally able to see the sunrise, and it was worth all the angst.
And always remember to check to see what’s going on behind you…
They say that a photo should have a clear subject. It should tell a story. I’m not sure what you may think is the subject of the feature photo. People on the rocks, speeding in boats, flying through the air? All of the above? Or maybe the real story is that I just got home and I’ve spent over an hour just getting my photos from the camera and into the computer, and I’m too tired to do more of them. But this one should give you a clue of the fun to be had at Longboat Key. I had such a good time, but it’s also nice to be home.
I will be among the missing for a day or three while I catch up with an old friend in a perfectly delightful setting. This is new territory for me and I’ll be taking lots of pictures, but I didn’t bring my laptop so for now I’ll just pass along an iPhone photo from our walk on the beach. My young self would never have imagined that Maddie and I would be spending this day in this place all these years later, but here we are, and how lucky we are to be here.
It wasn’t easy trying to get to the site of the festivities in Tarpon Springs the other day, what with so many streets blockaded and such. Eventually I realized that I was close enough to where I was supposed to meet my son to just park (legally) on one of the side streets and walk to the meeting point. That worked well. The trick came when I had to walk back to my car with only a vague notion of where it was parked. I walked the side streets and parking lots to get there, and to my amazement I came across the lovely mural of Mother Meres tucked away on one of those side streets. Of course I took a picture and Googled her story once I got home.
It seems that Mother Meres was born Amelia Petzold Meres in Germany in 1845, and came to the US as a child of 5. In 1882 she moved to Tarpon Springs with her husband and she ran the Fern Hotel there. According to a story published in the Tarpon Springs Tribune this mural was dedicated in her honor in 2010, 84 years after her death in 1923. It credits her accomplishments as planting cyads, which eventually gave the Tarpon Springs Cycadia Cemetery it’s name. She threw the first Christmas Party in the area, and helped to plant trees to beautify the town. If I had done my homework I would have found the Kapok Tree Inn and taken a picture because she is credited with providing the seeds for the tree that gave it it’s name.
After her death in 1923 her gardens became a gathering place for the town, but they were mostly turned into parking lots in the 1950s. So this mural was created to thank her for lasting gifts her love of plants and nature have left for the town all these years later.
This statue sits in front of the library so I thought that it’s story was probably self-explanatory. But what a lovely statue it is, I wish I’d taken time for a few more pictures but we were rushing to the waterfront for the main event of the day. It seems there is more to Tarpon Springs than just the sponge docks…