The calm face of the water asked me for a kiss.
Nestled along the northeastern coast of Florida, Talbot Island State Park harbors a hauntingly beautiful boneyard beach. Visitors would find the famed stretch of shoreline— a stark and mesmerizing landscape strewn with the arboreal remains that the relentless Atlantic has sculpted over the years to create a ghostly forest of fallen oak and cedar trees. These weathered sentinels, once proud giants of the maritime forest, now lie scattered across the beach like the discarded bones of mythical creatures.
Mindful Morning photo-walk.
In a mindful morning photo walk I can combine exercise, attention-retraining, and my avocation in one activity. persistently shifting scenes provide plenty of picture-making opportunities, even in oft-visited neighborhoods. And what a relief it is! What a blessing! Same place, in different lighting conditions, and due to ever-varying weather, becomes new. One needs not to travel to exotic destinations to seek new adventures and find photogenic scenes. Walking during early mornings also ensures solitude. As I walk, with my Hasselblad around my neck and a Leica slung over my shoulder, I scan what's around me to find serendipitous new relations between elements of composition, even when visiting familiar sites.
Photowalk around St Augustine
Photowalk around the very scenic St Augustine.
Hasselblad CFV II 50C/907X, 30/3.5 | Leica Q2 Monochrom
A glorious city in the sea.
I spent a week in Venice in March. Its my favorite city to walk with or without my cameras. A poem by Samuel Rogers perfectly frames the narrative arc of the images. The series ends with a faux-Venus statue in a storefront.
Regrowth | Guana River Wildlife Management Area
Hiking in Guana River Wildlife Management Area, I came across charred tree-trunks and underbrush due to the controlled burn, underwater trail, new growth, and the reflections of colorful trees in the water. I was reminded of the poem by Phillip Larkin:
The trees are coming into leaf
Like something almost being said;
The recent buds relax and spread,
Their greenness is a kind of grief.
I used a Hasselblad CFVII 50C/907X with an XCD 30/3.5 to capture these images.
Blow, blow, thou winter wind
“Ice strangles oldest city,” the St Augustine Record proclaimed twenty-three years ago on December 24, 1989. The temperatures with windchill plummeted to below zero to -20 degrees in Fahrenheit. That day bridges in the area, except the Vilano bridge, closed. There were so many accidents on the ice-covered county roads and I-95 that FHP ran out of people to handle and count them. The night shift had already been called in by 3 PM on Saturday.
The Morning of the 24th of 2022 came close. There was no ice on the roads, and all bridges remained open. Traffic did not stop. Bitter cold wind chill forced down the mercury to 13 degrees Fahrenheit. Residents covered the yard plants in varying materials to ward off the cold-induced death, turned the heat on, and stayed indoors. Tourists and residents alike deserted sites that customarily are bustling.
Here is Okefenokee swamp, full of pathless, seamless, peerless mud.
Okefenokee National Wildlife Refuge is so unique that it is on the list to become a World Heritage Site. It contains 353,981 acres of National Wilderness Area within its expansive boundaries and is home to the headwaters of both Suwannee and St Mary’s rivers and the Okefenokee Swamp.
If at Matanzas Inlet to the northeast ye standing be, the beauteous painted heavens up high o’er the bay, you’ll see.
The same hurricane that devastated communities and shattered lives also intensified and recolored the sunset’s palette. Mother Nature is a supreme artist creating one masterpiece after another. She occasionally throws tantrums, rips the canvasses, discards the brushes, and storms away, huffing and puffing. When enraged, she furiously scowls at human hubris. Once her foul mood blows over, she restarts her oeuvre.
Oh, the things you will see in 1.5 miles walk in St Augustine.
Another blessed day!
Today is my image-making day.
I am off to great places at the crack of dawn.
I am out of a warm and comfortable bed. Eager, I am off and away!
I have pre-visualized images in my head.
I have eager feet in my Teva shoes.
I can walk north or south, east or west.
On my own, I know how to walk, talk, presumably listen, look, and see.
I look at the lion, steadfast, guarding the bridge, and that's not what I will photograph today.
I turned away and walked to the tower where guards control the drawbridge out yonder.
Of condensation on windows.
I see condensation, and it makes me smile. It is a transformation – gas to a liquid, and it also transforms – vapor into liquid. It is a change – from a gaseous state into liquid form. It changes the surfaces on which condensation resides and the surfaces on which it forms. The windowpane, the car’s windshield, the can of soda, glasses in spectacles, and the camera lens, among others, are all changed. It also changes the objects that we see through it. Condensation on the camera lens and fogged glasses imbue images we capture or see with a dreamy glow
Empty Chairs in St Mark Square in Venice
Empty Chairs in St Mark Square: I was intrigued by vacant spaces – spaces that I certainly had not seen without hordes of people. The strongest presence in these images was what was absent from them.