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Sunset picnic…

Picnic at Sunset Beach? That’s all I needed to hear and I was out the door in a flash. Then I rudely spent much more time off taking pictures than socializing, but I couldn’t help myself…

That sunset glow.
A meeting of the minds.
That glow again.
Great spot for a picnic.
I took a million shots of the windsurfers, but most were too distant and not colorful. Loved this red kite.
I think I saw this same kid in this same place the last time I was here.
this is what you see when you are taking your lens ball picture.
Another view.
Windsurfers again, they look like birds.

We were watching for the green flash as the sun sank below the horizon. Not this time though, maybe next time.

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Day’s end…

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…

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Rose Hill…

Not every trip out to take photos is the uplifting sort of trip that warms my heart. Yesterday I went out to explore a cemetery that I’d seen a while back when the GPS had routed me from one destination to another. I was at a traffic light and noticed a cemetery with a big water feature, and it seemed like a spot that would have an east facing view for the sunrise. I made a mental note of it, and while I thought of looking for it again from time to time I never did, until yesterday. It was easy enough to figure out where it was when I looked at Maps, a big green oasis, and I saw the name Rose Hill. The GPS had me pass up my destination and do a u turn to come back to it, and then it said to take a right, even though I saw the pretty lawns and water of a beautiful cemetery to the left. I took the right, and entered a sad little cemetery with lots of sand and weeds and no green lawns or water feature. It was hard to figure out where I could park the car, I was afraid I’d drive over a grave. I got out and walked a bit and took some pictures, but my heart wasn’t in it. I felt like an intruder. While it first seemed like a sad little place, it wasn’t forgotten by any means. Pops of color were everywhere. Graves were being visited, people were being remembered. That I wanted to come to this place for my photo ops felt very wrong. The wind was out of my sails, I headed home.

Yes, I did stop at the neighboring Cycadia Cemetery, but that feeling of being an intruder stayed with me. I took a couple of pictures and left. It just wasn’t the day for it I guess…

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Cars and Coffee…

To say that I was out of my element on Saturday is an understatement. There has long been a weekend ‘cars and coffee’ event offered with my Florida Center for Creative Photography group, but they haven’t always been located at Tampa’s Armature Works, which had recently landed on my radar screen as someplace I might like to go. Located along the Riverwalk, it’s a place I probably would have chosen to visit if I was a tourist here, so I told myself to go, and so I did. But I only know enough about cars to know that if the insignia says Lamborghini, or Ferrari, I ought to be impressed. And those were the cars displayed on the checkered inserts on the lawn, and there was much ‘ooing’ and ‘ahing’ among the crowd. Which I heard over the roaring of the engines as, one by one, these souped up cars made the drive up the road beside the venue, revving their motors to the max while the onlookers watched the parade.

Did these cars win a prize at the show…
…or was their prominent positioning a matter of money?
This perfectly behaved dog is what started me off taking note of all the dogs at the event. I hope this dog feels more joy in his life than it appears to me in this photo, or is it’s behavior another status symbol?
Okay, it is a nice insignia.
Just now realizing that the point is the custom wrap.
Are we supposed to see a cat face?
Setting the scene a little more.

I’m not sure I was enjoying this day at this point. I was sure I was walking past all the truly notable cars and letting the flashier ones catch my attention. And then I saw this…

Okay, now I was having fun. If only the sky really was getting prettier, which is what I kept telling myself.
I think this truck is how I noticed the water taxi, which I took note of for later.
Who wouldn’t stop and look at this?
No clue what the point of the airplane was.
I learned to drive on a Chevy Bel Air that looked like this one’s poor second-cousin…
Road Runner edition…
If a photo is supposed to tell a story then feel free to create your own here…
I should have found out what this is…
I don’t know what that means either….
I heard comments about how this is definitely their girlfriend’s ride…
I wonder if you could convert this into a camper?
This is the winner in my book! A Jeepster! I would have taken this one home…
Since it doesn’t fit my current lifestyle I guess I’d have to adapt to fit the car…
I swear to you I saw this car recently on Rt. 19 and couldn’t get my phone out fast enough to get a picture. Notice the message on the license plate. “It’s a financial mistake.” The car or the paint job?
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Modern life…

There was a lot going on at Pine Island on Sunday night. Larger groups than are probably supposed to gather were clustered at the various picnic tables. Delicious smells wafted by on the breeze, while kids played and chased those gulls, and a photo shoot took place in anticipation of a new addition to a family. One group erupted in a chorus of ‘happy birthday,’ and the drummers of the drum circle kept up their beat, while the dancers twirled and swayed.

When I took the feature photo I had no clue how much I would like it, and how many directions it took me as I looked at it. My friend and I had watched the girl in the hammock and her two friends as they struggled to get the hammock successfully anchored between the two trees. It was comical and I thought that I ought to be shooting video, and now I wished I had. But in going through my pictures I didn’t single this one out to start with, but eventually I saw that the girl was sitting up so I started to crop it to be just her and her two friends. But then I thought I saw two more pictures in that one image; the two guys over to the right, standing beside their cooler, each with a bottle of beer. And also the two girls way over to the far left, one pointing back over her shoulder to where the sunset would be happening shortly. Even the man walking past, head down, staring at his phone, told another story. I didn’t want to crop the photo, I wanted to keep it as it is. I liked the thought of so many separate people, each with different joys and sorrows, all choosing that moment to escape their every-day lives and come out and enjoy the sunset. Together, yet separately.

I thought I was done with this post, but I went back through the photos with an eye toward ‘street photography’ and this one jumped out at me. The photographer, the drummer, the biker whose shirt matches his bike, the beer drinkers still drinking, and, way over to the right, on the far side of the retaining wall, the photographer and his baby-shoot subjects. Hmm, I thought I needed to go to a city to do street photography, but I stand corrected.

Look! There’s a bird on his fingertip! LOL.

That guy is still on his phone, missing the whole thing!