With high tide you get a lot less ‘beach’, and reflections in the wet sand. But the nice ripples as the tide was still coming in did catch my eye. It was quiet at Pine Island, but that was okay…
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…
We were watching for the green flash as the sun sank below the horizon. Not this time though, maybe next time.
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 spent a day concentrating on my various twinges and trying to decide if my second Moderna shot was giving me side effects. I decided that I was fine, but I was home all day while I made up my mind. Packing actually. I’ll be riding up to a cousin’s house in Charleston tomorrow and family will be more on the agenda than photos. Of course I had the TV on as I packed, and my current binge watch of Criminal Minds came through with a charming quote today, from Mark Twain. I had to look it up;
“When I was younger I could remember anything, whether it happened or not, but my faculties are decaying now, and soon I shall be so I cannot remember anything but the things that never happened.“
How charming is that? But sad because it’s true. And as a person who has lots of experience with her mother, and then her daughter, correcting her memories I think I can relate. The same episode ended with another quote that had me grabbing my phone to look it up;
“Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forwards.” Kierkegaard said that.
The day began when I ran out front and took the feature photo at 6:30 AM. And this last I took at 6:45 PM. We will turn the clocks ahead tonight. Sunrises will be easier to get to, and sunsets will have me out later than I care to be.
If I hadn’t already figured out what the term golden hour meant I surely would have figured it out last night. Fred Howard Park was my destination, a place that had been on my mind to go for the sunset for a while now. I had forced myself out the door, I was so tempted to just stay home. And while things looked a bit different to me than I remembered, I was happy I went and happy that I went early enough to enjoy the way that light bathes the scene before you.
That family was feeding the seagulls, hence the birds in the air. And the sun had barely dipped below the horizon when a truck appeared on the beach and we heard loud whistle, a ranger clearing the beach. I’ve never been tossed off a sunset shoot before, or tossed out of anyplace ever, so if that had been a bucket list thing of mine I could check it off. It was the only sour note, an intrusion on a peaceful scene, but I’ll go back again, and soon…
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.
That guy is still on his phone, missing the whole thing!