(Thought he heard Santa). The plan was for me to go outside with the camera, and for Donna to herd the dogs to the window. I had MY part down, but the dogs were reluctant, until Thunder’s curiosity got the best of him, and he walked into the shot.
The VP of Marketing for Garden City found me online, and she offered me an opportunity to shoot photos of this year’s Holiday Stroll. I thought getting nice shots of Santa would get me off his naughty list. We’ll see. Charcoal in my stocking gets old after a while.
…having dogs at your feet.
It was one of those nights when I just had to go out and shoot something, so a trip downtown was in order. Problem is, I’m uncomfortable with street photography. I mean, how would I convince a passing driver that my intentions are good, despite the fact that I’m sitting on a curb, in the dark, with a camera? Never again… until next time.
Down a dog: While Boomer convalesces at home following a successful surgery, his brother and sister – Thunder and Storm – patrol the waterways near Hunts Mill in East Providence. I look forward to seeing the three musketeers together again.
Top – Just a simple stalk of wheat growing in a dark recess of an old mill building. It still managed to reach for the sun. Bottom – I was walking along the road at Colt State Park when nothing appeared out of nowhere – nothing but sky and grass, which is very much something.
Another view from Kettle Point in East Providence. It’s nice to see the city maintaining our access to the water (an enormous high-end apartment complex runs right alongside the walking path). No more encroaching in the neutral zone.
Kettle Point – I went off road, more like off path, to get a better angle of the bike path through the marsh grass. A nice view, tempered only by the cold marsh mush seeping into my shoes. Did I mention it was cold?
A day of vacation means a drive down to Jamestown, RI. And such a trip always calls for a visit to the Beavertail Lighthouse.
Long Days and Nights 