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.
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.
I spent a few hours this afternoon, sometimes on my knees, walking the trail along Turner Reservoir in East Providence. Cold would be the theme of the day. Manipulating smallish camera buttons on a smallish camera (Sony A7R3) was a challenge.
The sun finally arrives at Colt State Park in Bristol, RI. There’s only so many angles from which to photograph a bridge, but this time I tried going “under” the bridge.
A glass-like surface, that is, until the dogs catch up to me. Not a second to spare in getting a shot off.
Long Days and Nights 