I felt like getting out today and shooting, so I waited until the sun started making its descent and headed out about an 90 minutes before sunset. This gave me plenty of time to walk around the trails in McDowell Nature Preserve, feed the mosquitoes, develop a bit of a sweat, and take a few pictures to boot!
After I did the sweating thing for a bit, I sat on a bench, watched the sun go down, and listened to the Mexican family behind me talk, trying to see what I could understand, testing my Spanish. Not bad, I understood bits here and there. More to learn, for sure. As the humidity was pretty darn high, the sun did its orange ball thing, much to my pleasure. I find that on humid days, that tends to happen. I’ve never investigated that, but it seems to work for me.
While I was sitting on the bench, things became a bit quieter, or perhaps I noticed a bit more. Somewhere on the other side of the bridge, I heard the sounds of Ray Charles come wafting across the lake: Georgia on My Mind. Perfect, I thought. It seems that when I think of blues, I think of steamy nights in some juke joint sans air-conditioning , card tables, blues guitar, one bourbon, on scotch, and one beer, the Kings, BB, Albert, and Freddie. So, that it was hot and steamy and a bit of sweat was easing down my neck … it all just fit.
Several blues songs accompanied the setting of the sun, a fantastic soundtrack, I thought. It was nice being out there. When I heard the blues, saw the setting of the sun, heard click of the shutter, I forgot all about the mosquitos, though their bites are reminding me about them at the moment … no matter, it was a fantastic evening!