I’ve marked this as one of my favorites. There’s no telling when a particular photo will speak to me, but this one does because it has an association with it that I formed, while taking the shot, one of several from different angles. It was early, 6:35 AM by the timestamp, the sun still below the horizon. I was out on the beach, alone, enjoying the sound of the surf. I could see this sign in the distance, but I couldn’t read it. I got closer: Keep off rocks. Caution: Stay back 150 feet.
I thought that it would make a good photographic subject, so I framed it up and began taking pictures. This particular one, an 8 second exposure. Suddenly, there was a connection with the word “Caution”. I thought of growing up, having my mother, and other well-meaning adults, telling me to be careful, not to get hurt, not really wanting me to take chances. Sometimes I heeded them, sometimes not.
There are those times, though, when I want to do something, but then I hesitate, cautious for no apparent reason. Sometime I overcome that fear, other times, I don’t. Sometimes, I’m willing to ignore the caution sign, do whatever it is, other times, not so much. Then, I look at my son, Tony, who seems not to know of the word caution – it’s brought him many experiences, though. I’m sure that he’s richer for them.
In about 1 month, I head back to Mexico. This time, to stay with a Mexican family that I’ve never met, for a week. Also, to take Spanish classes during that week, too. Both arranged through Habla Hispana, a language school in San Miguel. This, to me, is a small step out onto the rocks, ignoring the caution sign.