“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.
A passenger breaks out the “sunblock” for a cruise across Upper Salt Pond.
We know that Boomer knows that we’re getting up now. These older doors at the beach house leave room for a paw, a tail, or in this case, a face. Our morning routine begins.
Shiny objects: The first stop on Block Island was the car rental place. There was a bit of a line, so instead of twiddling my thumbs, I figured I’d get a shot of these glistening objects. But not just any shot; I wanted some depth of field, etc. Make it real artsy, or so I tried.
Donna and I recently went canoeing around the back side – or quiet side – of Harbor Island in Narragansett, RI. The idea was to drift toward an unsuspecting Great Egret with the hopes of getting as close as possible for a shot. This one, thankfully, held its ground till the last moment.
Long Days and Nights 