I tagged along with my friend Betty yesterday, on a trip out to enjoy one of her interests. We left early so that we could stop at this little park which I’d never been to before. We were in Citrus county, the heart of the nature coast I think. Yes, the day was overcast, but rain wasn’t expected until long past sunset, so off we went. Betty loves her details, not so much the landscapes I tend to like to photograph. Knowing that influenced the day.Squirrels eating French fries are photo worthy, to me at least. And the park itself was pretty. There were plenty of male grackles, calling and preening, and just basically showing off their flashy blue-black selves. The lovely red female grackle did not seem impressed in the least.Along the inlet we had a great view of a pair of Yellow-crowned Night Herons, neither of which were bothered by the boat traffic as people returned to their homes. They are usually much harder to spot, and photograph, than this pair were.A lone fisherman was on the pier, but it was getting late in the day and we were about to move on. We both had noticed a fishing line hanging from the roof of this pier, and it’s always a shame to see such things as dangling line because it poses a risk to the birds of the area. Betty was the first to take a picture though, and when she looked at what she had in her camera we were both amazed. The fishing line was blowing in the breeze which made it appear more like a ribbon than just a string. So of course we both took a lot of pictures of that fishing line. I wonder if the fisherman noticed us, and if he did he probably thought we were nuts. I was sure I wasn’t getting that same effect, I couldn’t see it in the camera itself, but I took pictures anyhow. And I got a nice surprise when I looked at the pictures in the computer. It doesn’t take much to make a couple of photographers happy.
It wasn’t the longest plane ride I’ve ever endured, but I didn’t feel like reading and was at loose ends. Enter Waterlogue. So I began to look for photos that seemed to me to be candidates for this app. Not all that I tried looked great, and some that I thought were dubious did in fact turn out really good. I told myself that one day when I hadn’t been out for photos for a while and didn’t have anything else to say I’d use them on the blog. Maybe. And here we are. It’s been overcast and raining for days. The photo shoot I’d signed on for has just been cancelled for the second time in three days. I will be at a winery later on today so there is hope for me yet. But for now this is the best I can do.I’m looking at these on the screen of the desktop right now and they don’t look nearly as good as they did on my phone. Oops.
Another very nice visit with a friend from many years ago caused me to be perfectly timed to return to Powder Point bridge a few days ago. And this perfect timing included the sunset. I love when that happens.
I spoke of my love of Duxbury Beach many times over the years, but when Charley finally got to visit there he was singularly unimpressed. It was the rocks that he objected to, no soft sand here. I always considered the rocks to be handy to place on the corners of your blanket to keep it from blowing away.
I used to think that editing photos was cheating somehow. But a little editing can improve a picture, while too much editing is just exactly that, too much. It’s all in the individual eye of course. But I think we all might agree that when I asked the editing program to level this photograph, and it came up with this, it’s not what I had in mind.
Sometimes a bit of common sense is in order…
When the Tampa Theatre was built in 1926, the movie studios controlled the production, distribution, and venues where their movies were played. John Eberson was the most sought after movie house designer of the times, and he pioneered the ‘atmospheric’ style, of which it was said that the Tampa Theatre was his favorite design. Movie goers were to be transported, for several hours at least, to exotic courtyards, under moonlight skies complete with stars. The theater survived the Great Depression and WW2, but by the 70s it took a monumental effort to rescue this theater from becoming a parking lot. Today the Tampa Theatre is on the National Register of Historic Places, and hosts more than 600 events each year. Tours are held several times a month and the one I attended today was quite informative and entertaining. And I learned that a silent film is scheduled to be shown on June 2nd, complete with a live orchestra. There aren’t many people with the skills to play the Wurlitzer Theatre Organ, and we were treated to a few tunes played for us today.
Even with the new camera the size of the spaces in the theater were a challenge to photograph. Even in the theater itself it’s hard to get far enough away to see it all in your viewer with the balconies overhead. The starry, starry sky effect is quite lovely, and the photos don’t do it justice. This was a fun way to spend a rainy day. Thanks to the photographer friend who suggested this as a photo op. I looked it up this morning and found I had just enough time to get myself there for the tour. Must have been meant to be!
P. S. Love the new camera!
Last week the photo group went to opening day of the Clearwater Threshers baseball team. They were playing the Dunedin Bluejays, and it turned out to be a very enjoyable evening. During the ballgame the photo to get is the ball on the bat for the hitters, and the ball just leaving the fingertips of the pitchers. I got neither, I tried though. I had 477 photos, none of which even came close. More practice is in order. But all was not lost, the other photo op of the evening was the post-game fireworks. That was a little more successful, thanks to advice from the group. A 10 second shutter speed, I’d never have come up with that on my own. You couldn’t see what you were getting on the camera, you were flying blind. I will go again since this photo op comes up a few times during baseball season. Senior price of admittance is $6, lots of fun for just a little money.
I had taken plenty pictures of the sunset, and it was fading anyhow, so I started wandering, drawn by the lights of the various shops just up ahead. I have tail light trails in the photo above, and the ghost of a car that I ought to remove but will drive myself nuts trying. I prefer to wonder who was in that car, and where they were going. I hope they had as much fun as I did that night. It started with the Old Bay Cafe, and then Got Lobstah? Unfortunately I didn’t get to try a lobster roll, my cousin says they have the best ones he’s had outside of Massachusetts. And I continued on from there. I love that they honor our veterans in Dunedin. I know a couple of heros, something I’m sure that they would deny, but they are though…All I can say about this one is that I clearly need to consider perspective when I’m taking pictures. Blame the parked cars and close quarters. Maybe the shop itself was crooked because when I try to level one thing then something else is off…