Saturday, February 23, 2019

I continue to return to Big Talbot Island SP (NE Florida) because it is so rich with potential photographs.  Just after the first of these two were taken, a fierce wind sprang up and the temperature dropped precipitously.  Oddly, though the sky looked ominous, it didn't rain, but the wind continued for quite a while.  I went back again a few days later for the second photograph.  (MF Film)








Tuesday, February 19, 2019

There can be emotion in still photographs that do not include living creatures.  Of course, those emotions are projected and entirely internal and empathetic, but real nonetheless.  Again, from 'boneyard' beach, here are two of those onto which I imply 'irrational' exuberance!  (MF Film)





Sunday, February 17, 2019

Here's one more from last Wednesday.  It sort of belongs by itself anyway as it seems to have elected not to keep any others company...and...it's still standing!  (MF Film)



Wednesday, February 13, 2019

The elect among maple and spruce trees become musical instruments of surpassing tonal and physical beauty.  Walnut, mahogany, oak, and even pine have a chance to live second lives as finely crafted furniture.  Others may become more prosaic but utile benches, wallboard, floors and outdoor tables and chairs.  The unluckiest, though, end their lives rotting in the forest, or transforming into paper products.  And then there are the damned, falling into the sea, their intimate private parts exposed to sun, sand and rude stares of those who cross their path. Here are several portraits of those pariahs...the condemned never to be appreciated by anyone other than the occasional photographer who still sees their beauty and mourns their indignities.  (MF Film)














Saturday, February 9, 2019

This is an imaginary selfie.  It's not so much that I look like this, but sometimes I do feel this way! ;)  (MF Film)



Wednesday, February 6, 2019

One of many attractions about photographing at the beach is that it is always in flux!  Every element is a variable in at least one way and often more.  Had I been at this place two hours earlier or later,  the light, tide, sand, sky and human fisherman would have been different.  (Pentax 67, 55mm, #15 deep yellow filter, Ilford Delta 100 film)