Remembering why

Man! Paul! I’ll tell you. Every time that I come down to the beach, I remember why I moved here. You can’t beat this!
–Billy

I’ve been here a month. It’s hard to believe that. During that time, I’ve started to establish a friendship with Billy. Funny thing is, Billy is about Pedro’s age. 25. At first, it seemed odd to me that I’d be able to be friends with someone who is my son’s age. However, if you take age out of the equation, well, it’s just another guy who has a great sense of humor, likes the same types of movies that I do, etc.

Yesterday, we decided to go have a drink at the beach after work. It was a fantastic evening. The temperature was about 85; there was a nice breeze blowing off the ocean, and we sat at an outside cafe, Banana Cabana, drank, and talked. I also got to meet a friend of his, Catherine, who is a waitress there.

By the time that we finished chatting, it was dark, but Billy wanted to go to the water and put his feet in. I had already been down to the beach to take some pictures of the last bit of light during the sunset.

While I stood there listening to the surf, feeling the wind, and watching the moon playing peek-a-boo, I noticed that Billy was standing in the surf, hands in pocket, and just enjoying the moment. I wanted to capture the scene, but didn’t have my tripod. As there was but a quarter moon, there was not much light, I increased the ISO to 1600 on my Nikon D40, placed the camera on top of my bag, which was slung across my shoulder, held my breath, and took a picture. The exposure time was 6 seconds! I wasn’t expecting much.

When I got home and opened it, I liked what I saw. Sure, it was very noisy and I could have removed some of the noise with Neat Image, but I felt that this one captured the moment just fine. It seemed somewhat surreal or impressionistic.

What do you think?

 

I like reading signs. Sometimes they are straight forward, other times there are misspellings, such as the one I found in this post, still other times it’s just the choice of positioning. One morning, during my walk, I saw an adverstisement saying:

“Permanent weight loss. Find out how!
Oreo cookies 2/$3″

That positioning struck me as kind of funny. Of course, I didn’t have my camera, but it was funny nonetheless.

Today, as I was out and about just walking the neighborhood after work, I saw the sign pictured here. I was taking a picture of the door because there was some lovely light falling upon it, plus the wheel chair inside of the door added some interest, I thought. As I was taking the picture of door, I noticed the sign in the lower right corner of the door:

No Live Animals Except Service Animals.

I know what they meant, but … :-) I wonder if there’s a problem with bringing in dead animals?! Hmmm.

 


Vigilant

For now, the waters are still warm, calm, and inviting. For now. Today we received notice at work that if the track of tropical storm Hanna, which is expected to become a category 2 hurricane, continues on its present and projected track, our location will be closed on Friday. As a matter of fact, the ‘govies’, or government personnel, have been given liberal leave, which means that they are free to pack up their stuff and go out of town if they wish. They, if their work allows it, can work from home for the next few days.

From what I understand, when Hugo came through, the base where I work was closed for a week do to roof damage and lots of leaks! That said, if Hanna continues on her path, I’ll be making way for Charlotte a bit earlier than anticipated.

In one respect, it is kind of exciting and I’d like to hang out and take some pictures of the torrential rains, etc. On the other hand, maybe it’s better to watch it on TV! :-)

I think that on Thursday morning I’m heading down to the beach before going to work. I want to see what’s happening there, but it will depend on the wave conditions. Already, the National Weather Service has issued severe rip tide warnings for the Carolina coastline because of the long-period waves that are being pushed ahead of Hanna. No storm surges yet, but swimming conditions are deteriorating.

Lastly, this evening when I stopped to get a few things from the grocery store, there were quite a few people loading up on canned soup and bottle water. I wonder if they are the experienced ones or the inexperienced ones. Hmmm. Anyway, I’m keeping a vigil and an eye towards the east/southeast! Cool, another experience!

 


Returning from the beach
Yesterday I was reading Paul Butzi’s post about reality. Though the entire post was not about art, so to speak, one paragraph caught my interest:

I admit that I struggle with the whole ‘art’ concept. I’m no longer sure what art is, or if what I do is art. I’m more or less resigned to the fact that I’m going to do what I do (which is make photos to help me figure things out) and if people think it’s art, why, that’s fine. And if they don’t think it’s art, well, I guess I’m ok with that, too.

–Paul Butzi

Firstly, bravo for the last sentence!!! I’m glad to see he is totally doing it for himself.

Interesting, I thought, that we struggle with the word art. This thought hit me as I was doing my morning walk, which I am enjoying very much these days, especially since the weather is getting a tad bit cooler. I made a connection between walking and photography. Yesterday I stopped at Wal-Mart and picked up a heart rate monitor to keep track of my ‘effort’. Instantly, this morning’s walk nearly turned into a self-imposed competition. Suddenly, I was competing with myself to keep my heart rate up to a certain number, complete a mile in less than “x” time, etc. All I really wanted to do is see how ‘well’ I was walking. Fortunately, I reigned myself in, enjoyed the walk, and didn’t pay much attention to the monitor. I checked it a couple of times out of curiosity, but that was it.

With photography, I tend to run into that same scenario when I start with the thoughts of is it really art? How come I’ve never been published? Should I sell some of my work? All, if you think of it, outward signs of ‘success’, when all I want to do is take pictures of what ever appeals to me for whatever reason. I, unlike Paul, don’t even think that I’m trying to figure anything out. Perhaps I’m just trying to show appreciation for the things around me. Sometimes, especially when I point my camera towards my family, I’m trying to capture a feeling, a particular special moment, which later sparks sweeter, even more accurate memories.

Certainly, this is not to say that he should not think about such things. Photography, I think, is a fantastic way to work things out. Personally, though, when I start to think, is when I start to loose that ‘feeling’, whatever it is.

In the end, I guess, it’s just the pleasure of clicking the shutter … of which I’ve been doing too precious little of. :-)

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