In 1981 we traveled to Nova Scotia. Those were the days of film photography and although I did some monochrome, mostly I shot 35mm color transparency film. I don’t have too many of the slides left. I either lost or had two trays of slides stolen some time in the 1980’s. I have shared some of the survivors; High Tide in Bay Of Fundy and Peggy’s Cove. This is one of the monochrome images from that trip.
I took this picture years ago. It is motion pan of a fashioned model that I worked with. After we did the fashion shots we went to her barn where she kept this beautiful horse and she went on a trail ride. I only had one chance to capture the motion pan. I set up in a meadow with my camera on a tripod and when I was ready I waved at her and she began her ride, I had always like this shot so I recently edited the image using NIK tools and used a vignette which may or may not have improved it. Your opinion?
One of the big differences between MLB Spring Training and the actual season is getting to watch the coaches work. During the season you only seem to see the pitching coach when he comes to the mound to stall the game while a reliever warms up in the bullpen. However during the spring training they have much less restraint.
At McKechnie Field in Bradenton Florida there is a small bleacher next to the dugout and all the coaches sit on the bench during the game and between innings they scramble to deliver their wisdom. This is an image of Pittsburgh Pirates Pitching Coach David Jauss talking to a fielder as he left the field of play between innings. Usually pitching coaches only talk to pitchers but in spring training there are a lot of coaches and they work with all the players.
We didn’t have a lot of time to spend at the Pittsburgh Regatta this year, which is much to my regret. However, I did manage to get one decent shot of this guy flying high over his jet ski on the Allegheny River. Most of the flyers had someone backing them up on the jet ski but not this guy. He was flying solo.
This was our first year for visiting the Three Rivers Regatta in Pittsburgh. It was interesting, different and a lot of fun. We didn’t get to spend too much time. We had been out all afternoon registering voters and we were hot and tired. Next year I would like to make a day of it. See some music, take a tripod and do some serious photography
Below are a couple of snapshots form this year’s event.
In the Dark Tower series by Stephen King he writes about meeting at the clearing at the end of the path. I always thought that it was a wonderful way to write about the afterlife. I certainly like it better than the pearly gates or even heaven. It is definable, it has a clear vision to wrap my mind around. This is my old dog Deuce. He knew his job and did it well and loved his masters. He patrolled the fences of his one acre kingdom and defended us from bears and all sorts of critters. He was not an easy dog. He didn’t cotton well to young people and like most border collies too smart for his own good.
However he was the best dog I ever had. I miss my daily walks with this guy through the woods and have no doubt that at the end of it all, Deuce will be waiting for me in the clearing at the end of the path.
I always wanted to have a motor boat. One that you could cruise in at sunset across a calm bay or gulf. People have told me that a boat is like having a hole in the water that you throw your money into. Maybe I will rent one instead. This picture taken in Mexico at the blue docks in La Islas outside Cancnún,