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SANIBEL ISLAND – A WINTER WARMUP

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CLICK ON THE ABOVE IMAGE TO SEE A LARGER VERSION OF THIS FOUR-IMAGE PANORAMA

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In mid-February we returned for my seventh visit to a land I love – Sanibel Island – an hour’s drive from the Fort Myers Airport but a step back into old Florida.  There are no traffic lights (but, yeah, traffic), and no buildings taller than a palm tree.  Inhabitants:  Lots of sea birds, bicyclists, wading birds, families, white heads (that’s me, too).  Also, various rodents, rabbits, raccoons, and a few gators (saw one.)  Add  nature walks and a grand wildlife refuge, the Ding Darling, beach life, shell collecting, fishing, Sunday afternoon alfresco jazz concerts, kayaking, or napping and life’s pretty good.

The banner image above was made late in the day – about 5:00 PM – along the wildlife loop through the refuge.  We called it their cocktail hour, and it preceded ours.  The gatherings vary day to day and can frequently be disappointing.  This day was rewarding.  I was pleased with the variety of birds, and I was struck by their clannishness … very interesting that they gather with their fellows but also share the sand spit with other two-legged, winged citizens.  It’s a major draw for bird watchers and for photographers.  Some of the stove-pipe telephoto lenses look as though they could also be launching tubes for small rockets.

THE BEACHES AND THAT BALM, THE SUN

Until the causeway was opened in 1964 there was only ferry access to the island .  Nevertheless, there were backup delays for the ferries as people sought the island beaches, particularly for shelling.  Today, they’re still out early most mornings searching for the find that washed up during the night.

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These two willets were also out early among the shells but looking, rather, for previous tenants of the shells.

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Parts of the beach are populated by flocks of Royal Terns, Herring and Laughing Gulls, Willets, and Sanderlings.  They will part for the beach walkers and dogs will cause a liftoff but they quickly return to the beach after the hazard has passed.  I think they’re all fun except the gulls which Barbara has always called “rats with wings.”  I admire the rest of them because they forage for themselves; gulls less so as they’re quick to take another’s catch.

As one who began to lose his hair in my teens I’m envious of the Royal Terns, even on bad hair days.  However, they also suffer from receding hairlines.

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 SCENES FROM THE DING DARLING WILDLIFE REFUGE

We drove through the refuge almost every day except Friday when it’s closed.  For those who enjoy the sea birds and wading birds in their habitat it’s generally always interesting.  One can become jaded, however.  After seeing ibis all over the refuge and then in people’s yards and in the drainage ditches I began to refer to them as being as common as chickens.  Then, as though to taunt me, a pair showed up on our beach.

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My search for several years has been for the flashy roseate spoonbills.  We saw several this year but I still haven’t captured the group image I’d like so … have to go back again next year.  You’ll see a half dozen or so in the banner panorama, and here’s a nice single.

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The color, of course, is striking; otherwise, they’re ugly, with heads like wood storks and that long canoe paddle bill which, blessedly, is submerged above.

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At a feeding pond one day I captured this tri-colored heron.  They skip across the water’s surface with much splashing to stir up any fish, and then they spear them for dinner.

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The other end of the day found us on the beach pavilion at our “old Florida” preferred place of stay, Beachview Cottages.  Here we enjoyed the chit-chat with other guests, and mellowing while awaiting the elusive green flash.

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On this night I felt privileged to have been there to capture this twilight with Wilma and Wilbur Willet.  I look forward to seeing them again next year.

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A GALLERY OF THESE AND MORE IMAGES FROM THE WEEK CAN BE SEEN BY CLICKING HERE.

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PREVIOUS POSTS ABOUT SANIBEL ISLAND

Florida, Sanibel, Winter White Stuff – February 2016

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Sanibel Island and also Florida’s east coast – February 2013

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Sanibel Island & Ding Darling Preserve – February 2009

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CAPE MAY …… A WINTER GETAWAY??? YES!

 

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The past weekend featured the Winter Antique Show at Wheaton Village.  This has been an important destination of mine for years, offering among other things a chance to browse some high class Japanese Cloisonne from a favorite dealer, Arlene Rabin.  Well, she had some fine pieces but none came home with me.  We enjoyed the show, however, and also enjoyed browsing the nearby Gorham Paper Weight Shop which presents a broad array of glass art and not just paper weights.

The idea of driving an hour to Millville, however, prompted a thought: What else could we do having already driven that far?  The answer: Drive a little further and spend some time in Cape May.  In February, with temperatures in the 30’s?  Yes, and we had a great time.

First of all one thinks of Sunset Beach so after we checked in we had time to make sunset and we headed there.

It    was     coldddd!!!!!!

35 degrees and gusts to 35 mph.

My fingers ached, even with gloves, but we sacrifice for art.

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Yes, I’ve seen more thrilling sunsets but I like this one because of the chop and the sunset colors on the water.  For my camera colleagues, this was a tripod, live view setup.  I shot three images with different EV’s while focused on the rocks, and three more while focused on the middle ground waves.  I combined each set with Nik’s HDR and then blended the resulting two images in Photoshop.  And all of this while trying to keep the brain and fingers working in the cold with Barbara keeping the car warm for recovery.  I also eagerly await having a print of this at a craft show and hearing someone say, “Oh, yeah, I’ve shot that scene a lot with my phone.”

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We enjoyed the evening in the Blue Pig restaurant in the two hundred year old Congress Hall.  So did a lot of others whether staying at the hotel or nearby.  Their Victorian richly toned Brown Room (the bar) was SRO both before and after dinner.  We were nursing the last of our wine in a corner of the restaurant waiting area when our wait-person discovered us sitting there lonely and shivering and conducted us to seats by the (real wood)  fire in the lobby where dinner and drinks could mellow.  You won’t find this at a Holiday Inn Express.

I enjoyed reading up on the history of the Hall, particularly to find that the present Managing Partner apprenticed years ago as a bellman, desk clerk, and whatever, and is now the successor in ownership to his grandfather.  In another version of six degrees his grandfather had been advised on structural integrity issues by Wilbur Widell, an industrial contractor whom I had known years ago when he was a neighbor of our late friends, the Byerlys, in Haddonfield.

The hotel has been preserved (and re-preserved for mega-bucks) and maintains its traditional 55 white columns around the building.  Herewith some of the columns and their distinctive capitals.  The gaslights are a fine feature of downtown Cape May.

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The next morning we opted to just drive lazily through Cape May.  The Victorian mansions along Beach Avenue are architecturally magnificent.  As a reflection of the times most are now bed and breakfasts.  Many along with most downtown motels and stores and eating places were closed for the season.  The scene befitting an overcast February day was a bit bleak.  Had we not enjoyed the previous evening’s crowd at the Hall I could have wondered about a Twilight Zone setting.  No beach badge checkers were on duty.

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Before leaving the city we did a little shopping along Washington Mall where a few favorite stores were open.  I restocked my Fralinger’s taffy and Bayard’s chocolates from a store that used to be the very fine Barry’s Men’s Shop where I bought an occasional summer sport coat in the 70’s.  The Whale’s Tail is another favorite and I also did some damage at the eclectic Across the Way.  One of my must-visit favorites is Swede Things which carries mostly Scandinavian gift ware.  They were still heavily stocked with Christmas kinds of things, ornaments, Swedish tchotchkes, and all kinds of glass.  These caught my camera’s eye:

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Congress Hall is owned by Cape Resorts and they have also developed other properties in Cape May.  We stopped in on the way home and found them to be on a par with the flair of the Hall.  One was the West End Auto Garage which has been converted to a multi-dealer craft and antiques shop, a fun stop.  The other is the 62 acre Beach Plum Farm which supplies produce and meats to Cape Resorts’ dining rooms downtown.  Breakfast and lunch are also served and there is a farm market store.

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At the Swede Things shop mentioned above I was taken by some glass craft art.  I photographed a couple of pieces which you can see on my Facebook Page and the more I looked at them the closer one came to going home.  Here it is:

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The artist, a west coaster named Zelda, paints the tree trunks on a pane of slightly hammered art glass.  Then she fuses the foliage pieces to the panel.  I’m sure this scene is a stand of birch on the edge of a Swedish forest, and I’m now enjoying it against a window in my garden room.

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Did we have a great winter getaway weekend?  You bet!

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LIFE ON A SANDBAR WITH A NOR’EASTER

A nor’easter storm hit the Jersey coast on Monday and it proved fearsome.  High winds gusting to 60 mph, high seas, and coastal flooding.  Originally projected to be low to moderate flooding, the reality exceeded expectations.  From what I could see on Facebook I began to worry.  One graphic showed the surge tide at nearby Atlantic City at 6′;  my ground floor storage area pad is at 4′  My two engineering degrees helped me conclude that I might have a problem so I drove down Tuesday to inspect.

Long Beach Boulevard was closed because of flooding (earlier it had been closed from Shipbottom to Beach Haven).  In fact, before I diverted I passed a couple of ducks paddling on the boulevard.  I then drove down the higher-dryer Beach Avenue to my place in Beach Haven.  When I opened the backdoor I found that the floor was only slightly covered with water.  There had been enough, however, for the elevator pit to become a 5″ deep pond.  Oh, well;  cleanup time and my terrific son-in-law, Bob has volunteered to see to it.

I checked the rest of the house and found that we had lucked out as far as any leakage so I headed down to Holgate to see how the surfer’s beach had made out: Lots of damage.

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In the foreground are the remains of some dune fencing, installed to help resist dune erosion.  Further out and straddling the jetty is a large section of railing from a walkway that led onto the beach over a dune.

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The walkway came from further north along the beach.  Here we see what’s left of the dune after the waves had their way.

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Southward on the beginning of the Forsythe Preserve below Holgate there was this pile of dune fencing.  Pieces that had broken loose from the wiring were scattered far and wide; great material with which to make driftwood frames.

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Our friends, Nancy and Bob D., have a home in the beach block of Essex Avenue.  They lost access to the beach last summer from nor’easters so I drove there to see if it had worsened.  The walkway had the ominous yellow Police Closed tape across it.  I certainly wouldn’t cross such a line but, mysteriously,  I found this image later on my cell phone.

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The dark line is some kind of cloth which was put down to support the orange gravel base for the walkway.  That walkway originally sloped gently out and down for some distance to the “old” beach and the then-shoreline beyond.  The under-layment now stretches more steeply down to the “new” beach, about 30′ to 40′ below.

Scary.  They should put Police Closed tape across the entrance.

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Note to my fellow photographers:  I deliberately chose not to correct the horizon of this cliff scene.  I tried it but the result wasn’t as stark as the reality.

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DECK THE HALLS ONE MORE TIME

One of my Christmas tchotchkes is a 3″ acrylic tree with flakes inside of it like those in a snow globe.  The flakes, however, are tiny squares (1/16″) of mylar of different colors in a clear viscous fluid.  When you shake it the flakes swirl around and gradually drift to the top of the space.  The kicker is that there is an LED thingy in the base which sequences through shining red, green, and blue light up into the acrylic tree and its sparkles.

It’s mesmerizing for a few minutes of meditation.  When I snapped out of it I wondered if it would make an interesting video.  The result is just below.

It only a few shots to get what I was trying to achieve.  The editing, however, was a different story.  I have a version of CyberLink’s Power Director from three years ago which I’ve used for the occasional video in one of my posts.  So, I had to relearn that which required several visits to on-line forums to find out why this or that button didn’t appear or how to do this, that, or the other thing.  Then, I wanted a little background music and that took a while.  Then, I didn’t want the video to do a “More from…” my Vimeo account and that took a while.  Then …..

Well, setups and shooting/reshooting?  Maybe fifteen minutes.  All the relearning and editing?  Hours.

Anyway, it’s fun to exercise the brain, and I was pleased with the result.  Click on the white arrow below and enjoy a little meditation.  (Speakers on?)

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CHRISTMAS: AN EARLY ARRIVAL OR JUST HANGIN’ AROUND?

This first snow storm of the winter put me in a Christmasy mood so I thought I’d get ready now for next December. Here’s the result.

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Yeah, yeah … it’s been up since mid-December.  But since it’s still up (and remaining for a while) I thought I’d have some fun with you all.

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Here’s what the tree and the train village looked like “the night before Christmas.”

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The tree ornaments include pieces from three generations.  A notable addition a few years ago was this heart.  It was painted for us by the late Jane Byerly, friend and artist whose Chinese watercolors grace my sun room walls.  The building represents the 1816 Barclay Farmhouse in Cherry Hill.  My late wife, Marty Lou, played a major role in its restoration during her twenty-five year involvement with it.

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The train village is a collection of old-European architecture buildings which I built over the years from kits made by a German company named Faller.  The Swiss Railroad passenger cars are branded Roco which is an Austrian firm but they were made in Slovenia. The saddle-back engine was also made in Slovenia by Mehano.  Old cars and toys in the village are from family Christmases, some dating from the 1920’s.  One anomaly:  The engine is marked “Atlantic City Railroad.”  When friends ask about this I tell them that it was from the 1940 lend-lease program for England, and they left it in Europe after the war.  Who knows?  The skirt was stitched up for me by Barbara from a great pattern fabric we found at Jo-Ann’s.

The flamingo at the train station?  Three of them were left on my old basement train layout at Box Hill after an open house years ago.  The culprit?  Well, never convicted but suspected:  a family friend, Louise S.  The one shown is the only one to have survived the move out here to the Old Folks Farm.

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 The Christmas tree will eventually join last year’s tree near my back yard feeders.  They provide a sanctuary from hawks and cats while planning a flight to and from a feeder.  This White-Throated Sparrow is one of many hanging out in today’s snow in the remnants of last year’s tree.

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Here’s what actually triggered this post.  With morning coffee in the sun room my in-brain view finder noticed these sun catchers against the snow-filled world.  These are two more veterans of my stained glass period in the 70’s.  Both original designs, they get to appear during the season.  The sleigh is perfect for today, and the bells ring in the New Year.

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Finally, this guy, Rollo Reindeer, has made me chuckle for years.  His what-me-worry look coupled with the lights and bad hair antlers just do me in.  I bought him from a wood carver in Sandwich, MA whose work we had seen at Cape craft shows, and  it was a Christmas present for my late wife.  Not sure it was what she had in mind but ….

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In any event,  I asked Rollo for a comment for this post, and he replied that before he gets sent back to the basement shelves he’d like to be the first to wish everyone a —

Merry Christmas For 2017

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MY BUDDY, GONE.

 

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My companion of fourteen years is suddenly, unexpectedly gone, and my home and heart are empty.

I hope no one finds this maudlin; it is an effort of catharsis.

We had a previous siamese named Pearl.  When that Pearl I died during my wife’s prolonged illness our daughter, Sigrid, set out to find a replacement.  She did and it became Pearl II because we knew that in moments of frustration we’d be blurting out, “Pearl!”  We acquired her from her mother in December, 2000, and she became a comfort to my wife, Marty Lou, until her death in August, 2002.  Thereafter and for the next fourteen years Pearl became my 24/7 companion.  This week she became severely ill and it became necessary that I put her at peace which Sigrid helped me do.

Sigrid immediately worked to rid the house of all signs … food, litter, warming pads, scratching post.  She couldn’t remove what’s in my head, and I am sad.  I walk by the bedroom and reflexively look to see if she’s stretched out on her side of the bed.  That was a concession early on, to provide an electric blanket with dual controls so that she wouldn’t be snuggled against me for warmth all night.

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This picture shows that we had a working relationship early on.  The old monitor and the early version of Photoshop reflect her age as well.  In later years she deeply regretted the development of flat panel monitors which deprived her of another warm place.

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We had daily moments together.  Upon rising I would feed her and then retreat to the sun room with my coffee and morning music.  As soon as she finished she would join me on my lap and we would contemplate the day ahead.  Other daily moments included lap time after my breakfast, snuggling against me during my afternoon nap, and lap time during an evening’s TV time.  She would also frequently jump onto the desk during the day to ask what I was up to and to seek a few minutes of lap time.

Similar rituals took place at the shore house.  This picture also shows a frequent  sign of affection from her, tucking her head under my chin.  I will miss this.

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On other mornings we would just sit and talk about life and things.

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I’ve always loved this shot of her which has previously appeared on her own web page.  It’s entitled, “Yes, girls, I’ve trained him to put the seat down.”

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She wasn’t always sweet and gentle (nor am I).  She was a cat with a cat’s moods, but I prefer to remember her running to the door when I had been away for a few hours (“Where’s my dinner, Dad?”) and I prefer to remember her head butting while taking the morning sun together.  And other things that I will be reminded of as days go by.

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I shall miss her sweet face and her (mostly) sweet manner.  I am greatly saddened.

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Several years ago she asked me to create a web page for her.  With her help, I did, and you can see it by clicking here.

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CHRISTMAS CARDS PAST

In preparing for a recent craft show appearance I came across this Christmas card which I made and sent eight years ago.  You people probably think this kind of thing is easy:  It’s not!  This one took an hour of negotiation and a bucket of fish before he’d cooperate.  And he insisted on retaining an interest in the image.

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The original was made in Chincoteague.  I’ve always liked the image and I thought why should they disappear after one use.  So, I printed and framed it and I’m enjoying it on my wall for the holidays.  This also made me take a look at other past cards in the file, and I found that they, too, deserved another moment of fame.

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A few years ago two friends from the yacht club were speculating one night (over wine, of course) about having a view of the club under a full moon.  It is reckless to say such things in the presence of a pixel machinist.  Things happen.

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This was, admittedly, over the top but I think it was used that year sans Santa.  The moon shot was from a summer beach; the sheen from yet another.  I had photographed the tree in 2001 at Pittsburgh’s Winter Garden, and it enjoyed a life in many other alien scenes.  Perhaps the strangest was on the Holyoke Avenue jetty during a snow storm.  One friend, showing her confidence in us, asked Barbara if we had actually run an extension cord out on the jetty.  Of course we did.  🙂

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But it also had a more tender moment standing by the old shack along the causeway onto Long Beach Island.  Sadly, both the shack and the tree left with Sandy.

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That wreath around the heron’s neck has also had other assignments.  On a winter trip to the Catskills I found it floating in this stream.

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In yet another year it served as a frame for my Box Hill home.

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And here, decorating a race course marker under a guiding cormorant on the sailing grounds.

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A couple of years ago I experimented with photographing the Milky Way. The LBI beach is not a dark sky location but I had fun and produced a couple of creditable images.  Then, come December, this image fell into my head and stayed there.

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I once sent this picture to a friend, claiming it was evidence that Santa spent his summers at Beach Haven.  In the original he was surrounded by his pots of tomato plants.  She replied, “Oh, yeah, where’s the Christmas Tree?”  Wrong question as the revised picture showed.

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I don’t always mess with the pixels.  Here is a scene in a hallway of the Melk Abbey in Austria.  I hope they had floor polishers, and that the nuns didn’t have to do that floor.

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I’ve always loved this winter scene with its pictures of my family on the window seat at Box Hill.  Lots of eye-filling memories here.  Even some of those pictures had served as past Christmas cards, dating back to the last century.  Of the girls on the left, Maddy’s now out of college, and Gretchen will finish in 2017.  How did that all happen?

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Finally, in recent years I’ve been sending out a montage of my year’s work and art and fun with photography.  Here it is for 2016.  You can see the thumbnails better in a larger version by clicking here.

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Where would I be without my family and friends?

So, Merry Christmas and love to you,

and to all friends, Happy Holidays,

and “To All A Good Night”.

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WHERE MY CAMERA TAKES ME III – Scenes from here and there.

This post is low on chatter (probably good) and long on miscellaneous images.  Every day-trip is not a photo workshop but we can bring home images that are nice and that jump out of the hamper when reviewing past trips, clamoring for their moment on the web.

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Fall is many things.  As with winter, and in contrast with spring and summer, most of fall is more striking and dramatic.  Contributing factors are the clarity that low humidity brings, and the power of stately cumulus clouds.  Add these to the red hulls of the Larson fishing fleet at Long Beach Island’s Viking Village and you have a classic fall scene.

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Fall is seasonal shapes and colors.
Here’s a table full of them at Russo’s farm market in Tabernacle.

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Fall is color, presented here abundantly by the most prolific, colorful weed I can think of.

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Fall is a time of special weekends, for art and craft shows and for people festivals for one reason or another.  It’s almost as though we sense the gradual fading of the daily light and the impending arrival of the cold and we want to dance and celebrate while we can.  (We are already at less than 12 hours of sun daily.)

My camera took me to one such festival at the Philadelphia Seaport.  While there I was taken with all of the lines of the 1901 tall ship Gazela.  There were men doing some kind of maintenance up there and I thought I even heard Captain Bligh scolding them.

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Two nearby ships provided contrasts between the three;  the seventy-three year-old New Jersey and the twenty year-old Ben Franklin vs. the 115 year-old Gazela.

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And, as long as I’m talking about boats, here’s another from the Larson fleet in a dreamier presentation.

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One more from the boat files.  This is left over from my spring trip to Tangier Island, cropped to emphasize the ripple reflections.

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Getting back to fall scenes, here’s a dewy web in early morning warm light.  I guess the maker knows how to get in there for a snack if it comes along.  Colleagues: this was a four shot stacked image blend taken with a 100mm macro lens.

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Finally, fall greatly enhances sunrises over the beach.  It’s that crystal clear air again plus those puffy clouds.   I had just gotten up when this scene smacked me in the face.  I previously posted this on Facebook but not everyone gets to see that work so here it is again.  The stunning feature here is the “shadows” created by the clouds, i.e. the darker blue that seems to be radiating from the clouds.  Equally strong is the back- and side lighting of the clouds.

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“Oh, what a beautiful morning!”

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Happy Fall, Y’all!

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SUMMER SLOWLY SLIPS AWAY

Labor day’s over …. Hermine pulled out … the end-of-season Commodore’s Ball is over … the weekly rentals are gone home … the Purple Martins left town a few weeks ago … there’s no weekday morning headboat, in fact, only an occasional boat at all … there are ginger snaps, mums and candy corn for sale … the cicadas frantically buzzed their way back to Middle Earth, replaced by the crickets, embarrassed to be noisy in the post-Labor Day quiet … school buses are on the streets … and the Canada Geese are honking.

Yep, summer’s slippin’ away.  It always makes me think of this quotation which I’ve used before:

“Summer afternoon – summer afternoon.  The two most beautiful words  in the English language”

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Well, I’ve got a few pixels left from summer to help me remember what it was like.  Here are some.

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I love this piece and the image.  Besides Royal Blue being a favorite color I’m hooked on the many-lenses effect giving me lots of views of a favorite place.  Even the puff of cloud overhead was captured in the stem.  My daughter, Sigrid, bought some of these including tumblers this summer so that they could always identify their glasses at the BYO parties.  We’ve seen this kind of glassware, typically thought of as Bohemian, where a color flashing is artfully cut away to create the lenses.  This one, however, is plastic and a beautiful job.

Way back in August I mentioned that I had gone to the beach to photograph a rainbow but I wasn’t too enthusiastic about it.  However, I keep tripping over it and it’s grown on me.

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I like the warm misty tones, especially on the new hewn railings that guide us over Mt. Dune.

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Next, a summer treat from my youth (I wonder when that was).  Every summer when the Jersey tomatoes were in, my mother would prepare a feast by frying them, then making a milk gravy with the leavings and serving it all with bread.  What a great memory.  Then a few years ago I found out that Barbara’s mother also made them so now once a summer Barbara prepares this treat for us.  Yum!

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Another August, season-ending event is the art show held at the club.  Members showed their talents in painting, photography, decoy carving, and sculpture.  Here were my offerings.

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 It was an all-canvas array including the largest I’ve done.  I had the two larger pieces done by a lab but printed and stretcher-mounted the two smaller ones myself.  Except for the lower right twilight scene they were all worked up with software to create a painterly effect.

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The four cat boats scene was from last year’s Twilight Sail , and the image was selected for the club’s 2016 events calendar.  The selection was made by my long-time friend (and powerful tax advisor) (and son of long-time friends Fran and Joe) Vice-Commodore Joe O’Neill.  The painterly version canvas went home with the lead boat’s owner.  (Honest, Ken, I didn’t set you up.  😉 )

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Sunsets and sunrises are an important scenic focus all year round but summer seems to bring more drama and opportunity.  This one is iconic which is a fancy way of saying, yes, I’ve seen this kind of scene before.  But it appealed to me to have the chairs off-center and closer to the viewer, the sun centered between them, and that boat on the right for tension.  Also, Barb and I saluted a lot of sunsets this summer from these chairs.

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Finally, here’s another favorite of mine from past posts.  I’ve not come across a more moving way to say again,

Shucks, the season’s over.

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HERMINE TAKES BACK THE SEA’S SAND

For many months there has been a major beach replenishment project underway along Long Beach Island.  The cynics among us (moi???) were waiting for the first big nor’easter to return things to normal.  Well, Hermine certainly tried, and did a lot of its own reclamation around Holgate at the southern tip of the island.  But, there’s still a lot of dune left to protect the island.

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The Friday night before the storm was stunning.  I swear to you that this sunset is right out of my cell phone … no enhancement, and just awesome.

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The image, however, belied the old sailor’s comfort:  “Red sky at night, sailor’s delight.” as Saturday morning brought an undelightful sea.

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For both of the above shots I had waded out into the (warm) water.  The turbulence threatened to knock me over along with my $$$ camera and $$$ lens but I made it back to shore.

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There were a few other souls on the beach; after all, the sun was shining.  This sandpiper was among them, thinking, perhaps that my flip-flop was its mother.

Excuse me; those are my flip-flops.

Excuse me; those are my flip-flops.

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Sunday morning dawned beautiful.  Crowds gathered at the end of the island to witness the drama of the still-angry sea.

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Here’s the famous wooden jetty which had been covered by the adjacent dune.  It’s what we expected but it’s still sad and a loss.

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Here we see a 10′ cliff on the dune that used to COVER the wooden jetty, kids and big kids enjoying it but also adding to the destruction.

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 The exciting sea made great opportunities for the enthusiastic.  This would be a fearsome prospect for me.  Maybe two or three years ago …. when I was only 80 …

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And, how exciting to climb the sky!

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We survived the storm.  We had rain only late Friday night, and we dined in the wind (under a tent) for the Saturday night season’s-end ball.  We brought in all of the porches’ furniture; Sigrid managed everything nicely for the annual trophies presentation Sunday morning, culminating a year’s work by her to prepare them all (ninety active trophies plus keepers).  My family raised everything off of the first floor onto cinder blocks and moved the bicycles up a half flight to the entry foyer, and some of us (moi, again) evacuated.  Yes, we lost some sand but some of that will come back, and we still have much more protection than we did before Sandy.

LIFE ON A SANDBAR!

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