These feisty fellows are on the rocks near to where I emerge. They are solitary each guarding a rock and crevice. They stare at you with open mouth and an attitude. If I linger these guys will nip at my fins. They are aggressive. The main benefit is that they challenge you. So getting a head on shot looking them in the eye is not too hard. I’m not getting the tail end with these guys.
It was the end of the dive and I was under a rock looking. Hmm, would that be I’ve been under a rock? Aha! A lobster, I shot several images. They were bright and colorful. Sharp, in focus, well exposed! What luck! Too bad, it was dead, the victim of some other predator. Inhuman I suspect because the lobster did not have the distinct red shell of boiling. Dead nonetheless and my image hopes faded. Upside down and missing the tail half it was an exciting find for about a second. It wasn’t there any longer the next time I looked.
This fish is called thus because it has a fin that is sharp and will cut if the fish is provoked. It hangs around the area where we enter the water. It has never harmed me. It is quite colorful. Getting a shot in shallow water. The waves push me around and make it problematic to compose a shot. Just point and shoot, it works.
I swim and try to see the unusual. It’s worth a picture. And in fact I was thinking during this dive about the crown of thorn starfish. I saw some lionfish. I always stop to take a shot. There are thousands of shots of them in my collection. And I still take a few. And when I got to editing, well, right there, plain as day, is not one but probably two of the crown of thorns I had been thinking of. Go figure.
I wear glasses now. My kids tease me. I consider myself to be pretty observant. Oh well. Yes, had I seen them we would have played with the wildlife. Oh! An interesting fact, they are killed by injecting cow bile into them. How did someone come up with that as a solution?
We were near the end of a dive when out of the blue (ha ha , it was a green ocean) a group of divers came at us and over passed us. The group swirled and acted frenzied.
Sure, they were playing with a captured turtle. The dive instructor made it a point to apologize for his group later. But meanwhile here I am with a reluctant photo opportunity. It would not be the same story without a picture to back it up. Sorry. I am sorry too. The poor turtle was sure relieved to escape too.
Somewhere there is a series on signs painted on old barns. I just take them where I get them. We actually pulled over to the side for me to get this image. I did not have my long telephoto. So I settled for a medium range shot. I was not that intent that I would hike a mile to get closer. And it’s not really an old sign. Still, it’s old enough to have missing letters. That’s old right?
Texaco, you don’t see these signs anymore. And the old pumps are long gone. Now I get infomercials and TV news when I pull up to the modern pumps.
I was introduced to Sheetz. You go in and dial up a sandwich on a touch screen computer. It is advanced Subway sandwich menus selection without the need to speak to a human as you customize your order. What happened to gas? You get full service food and coffee. But you pump your own gas.
I am not an early riser. And I am pretty lazy. I shoot images when they conveniently present which is to say that I will not get up, travel, and brave the elements to get a spectacular sunrise. However, I can readily appreciate one when I look out the window to check the weather. I usually have a camera close by. So there! Yes, yes, it would be a much better shot without all the distracting branches. Did I say lazy?
The new part in the front was not there when I went to learn to swim. I took swim lessons. I had a semester of ballet and tap. (Mother again) And I learned ballroom dance. Oh, and the library was right there on the right front. I played chess too. Tom Swift, Chip Hilton, Dave Dawson and the RAF, Hardy Boys, Happy Hollisters, Bobbsey Twins, Nancy Drew – series and books all there to be discovered. The Nancy Drews were scary enough that I did not read too many. My daughter grew up devouring them. She has the Happy Hollisters that I read and later collected. Old and new, there is something bittersweet about change. It happens all the time. When did I get so sentimental?
I’m sorry I can’t be more specific about a name. It still is and it’s still there. Others in town are no longer churches. Another progressive idea of my mother was to send me to Sunday school with the little girl next door, Anne. It was Sunday and it was another opportunity to be in school. We were not religious. But we could car pool with Anne. So I learned about the bible. And in the last few minutes before school let out, the teacher had us count and estimate how long a minute lasted. I got close – 58, 59 seconds – often.
The entrance to the left and behind the church was where we had meetings of our boy scout troop in the basement. Troop 86, we regularly won competitions for best troop. We had a good scoutmaster. But camping could be very cold. Once we camped and I went swimming. I got a sunburn where the sun don’t shine. It was humiliating for my mother to take care of it. Never skinny dip unless you are prepared for the consequences. Gee, it was bad enough to go without a suit!