It was a long travel day for my old friend, which is why it was that her plane wasn’t scheduled to arrive in Tampa until nearly 9 PM. But as soon as I saw that timing I hoped that the weather would cooperate so that I could stop at Cypress Point Park on the way to the airport. I had been there before with my photo group, where we were trying to get photos of the planes landing with the sunset colors behind them. And, of course, that didn’t exactly happen, not then and not this time. There was a lovely sunset going on, nice clouds picking up the colors, plus reflections of the sunset in the water and sand at low tide. But the panes were landing 90 degrees to the left where there were heavy gray clouds which simply refused to light up.But it was quite a pretty sunset, and since her plane was 45 minutes early it was lucky that this park is only 7 minutes from the airport. Of course with that timing once we got home there was barely time for a cup of Sleepy Time tea while we talked about all the things we might like to do while she is here….
After being out taking pictures for most of the day my relaxation always takes the form of sitting at the computer and looking over the photos, hoping for some really nice sharp ones. Which is what I was doing yesterday when something got me to look out at the sky over top of my curtains in the Florida room. I saw the bluebird on my neighbor’s antenna, and the sky.
You can picture what happened next. I was out the door with the camera, and came to lament that I didn’t have my iPhone with me for the extra wide angle view. I was up and down the street looking for views of the sky with palm trees in them, and frantically taking pictures. I may have been talking to myself too. So when I realized that a neighbor was sitting on his front patio enjoying the sunset and witnessing my wanderings I was a little embarrassed. “You caught me”, I said. But he said to come to his patio and see his view. I think the last photo is from that vantage spot. He said he’s a photographer too, so he totally ‘got’ my obsession. Whew, the men in white coats won’t be coming for me quite yet.
The clouds were dramatic when I looked outside, wondering if I ought to try to go out for the sunset. I hurried though, because as dramatic as they were high in the sky, they were heavier and darker lower on the horizon. It turned out that the sunset had it all.
Plus topless sunbathers…
I practically stepped on Barbie before I saw her. Then when I checked my photos she was in quite a few of them. But it was getting late, her little girl had to come and rescue her, it was time to go home.
The next best choice from the point of view of not having to travel for the sunset, is Hudson Beach. Probably 3 miles up Rt. 19. And it has the advantage of a couple of different angles to bring elements into your photos. And If I wanted to I could sit at Sam’s Beach Bar and take my pictures while I have a beer. What more could I want?
It feels a little like cheating, to go out for the sunset in my own neighborhood, instead of driving to more scenic spots for the sunset I mean. But the reflections were pretty so I was glad I came out, even if it was 20 degrees colder than the night before and I didn’t think the colors would get much prettier than the feature photo.
I retreated to the car to get warm, and that’s when I noticed the color in the sky to the east. And the flocks of birds that were racing across the sky, heading south.
And the clouds must have parted because now I was seeing the moon.
I know better than to give up on the sunset too soon, but for some reason I left shortly after I took the above picture, and in the time it took to drive a few blocks to my house this happened.
The sky to the east was still spectacular.
I guess I feel like I should have something ‘better’ in my photos than a simple mobile home park. Maybe that’s why it feels like cheating if I don’t drive 45 minutes to find just the right spot. But Mother Nature doesn’t discriminate, fancy or humble she puts on the same show for us all.
What has happened when I’ve gone missing I mean? Well, maybe it’s been raining, or at least cold and gloomy, and I haven’t been out for pictures. Or maybe I’ve started on a sewing project which has every surface in the place draped in fabric, enough so that it’s even driving me crazy, and the only thing to do is keep working on it. And lately it’s the internet, or lack thereof, that has really taken me over the edge. I’ve been using my uncle’s internet while I’ve been across the street here in Florida. At first it worked so well that I had to ask myself why not pay him for the use of his service rather than the cable company? But little by little my various devices won’t pick up the signal, and the only reliable way to watch Netflix is on my phone, and I’m sure that’s only because it’s using cell service. My desktop was the last holdout, the last reliable device that would get online and let me write a post, and this morning even that wouldn’t work. Which actually had me giving myself a pat on the back for calling the cable company yesterday and lining up my own service. Internet only, but it includes ‘streaming channels’, which are yet to be determined. I am choosing to believe that this will solve all the issues that have had me tearing my hair out the last few weeks. So here I am on yet another gloomy day, waiting for the cable guy, and hoping for the best. And did I mention that I can change my signal to seasonal for a nominal monthly fee when I head to parts unknown in the camper this year?
One thing you can be sure of when I’ve gone missing, it’s not because I’m doing housework. I’m way better at making messes than I am at cleaning them up…