A black and white shot of a very old tractor in the middle of an even older field. The air plane shot was taken at a tiny airport on the island. It was more like an airfield with a few small structures. But it had character – and it served breakfast.
Early AM activity at Point Judith.
The beginning of one of the last days of the past summer.
Glenn, known for his lead foot, slowed down long enough to spot this out-of-the-way beach on Block Island. “Left nickel, left nickel.” Pati, Donna, and I hit the imaginary brake pedal more than once. 😁
Crossing the pedestrian bridge in Providence, RI.
“To me, photography is an art of observation. It’s about finding something interesting in an ordinary place… I’ve found it has little to do with the things you see and everything to do with the way you see them.”
— Elliott Erwitt
I watched him from the kayak, but had no shot. Met him again on a small island where I got a decent shot from terra firma.
I was nearly at the beach house when I spotted a group of Great Egrets wading in the tall grass about a 100 yards from the street. I pulled into the lot, grabbed the telephoto lens, walked back – quickly – and took what I later discovered was an out-of-focus shot. Good job I photographed the damn street on the way back. Never leave empty handed.
Long Days and Nights 