
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?



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