I am me. I know who I am. I didn’t always. Why does it take so long to find out? Does it for everybody? Surfing the waves of my memory I can point to events that forged the earlier version of me. Would changing those events make me different now. Probably. Would I want to… no. I am me.
Lost in Reflection
At the water's edge
True self revealed deep within
Lost in reflection
Bellamy Harbor has not been a sunrise destination for me in quite a while. After the city placed the fences around the canal control gates I didn’t want to up my frustration for the missing harbor view. I get it. I understand why. Still annoys me.
I did go Saturday morning though. I was half hoping the fences would be down (they are not). Maybe there would be a way for me to get my favorite view of the harbor (there is not). I’m sure there is another view that will be “the view” (nope).
I still enjoyed my time at the park but it was related to being there. The sound of the water rushing over the spillway. The call of the ducks as they paddled through the water. The rustle of leaves in the trees. Aaahhh! Good morning…
Sunrise BluesMornings unhindered
A state of serenity
Hear the sunrise blues
As long as I have been going to Delta Lake to photograph the views I have been drawn to this tree. I have captured its image throughout the seasons. I never understood why this tree held my focus until I realized, the tree is me…
SentinelStoic in the windSentinel to the waterLake dreams unfurled
Late in the afternoon I headed out to explore with the camera. I didn’t have a particular destination in mind, it only needed to be different. Someplace I haven’t been in a while. I was letting my subconscious decide the turns along the way when I remembered Wagner Farms was open. They have sunflower fields!
The sky was looking fantastic. My excitement was palpable. Drive!
I parked the car and could not get the camera out of the bag quick enough. I took a step back. I slowed my breathing. The sunflowers were not going anywhere. I needed a moment to plan.
The macro lens was on the camera which is what I wanted to capture details. What to do for the long shots, the grand vistas, the sweeping landscapes… bring another camera! With one camera hanging off my hip from the capture clip and the other from the strap around my neck I walked into the fields.
It was a sea of yellow! Glorious!
Dang, I’m not alone. What are these other people doing in my fields? Breath…
I explored the main field switching between the two cameras every few feet. I had forgotten how people use the sunflower fields for photo shoots. Navigating around portrait photographers and their subjects was interesting but I was determined to not let it ruin my afternoon. I happily collected my images.
Off to the second field. Different varieties of sunflowers with the non-standard coloring were in the second field. There were also less people. My smile was growing.
I was almost done with the second field when noticed the sky. Whoa! The clouds had rolled in but the sun was streaking through them. I needed that image. I knew exactly where to get the one I wanted. Back to the first field…
To say I wanted to run would not be admitting too much, right? No, running not allowed. I settled on asking Mother Nature not to change the view. Please stay a few more minutes… please. Whew! I made it.
There are small platforms along the fields to give some elevation. Not high, maybe four feet but enough to allow you to look out across the entire field with the sun flowers poking through a blanket of green. This is the image I wanted. The words started trickling into my head as soon as I stepped off the platform…
ReplenishedHope. Streaking earthwardAlighting on yellow seasSpirit replenished
Hopefully, you never stop growing, or exploring who you are. You are not who you started out to be, the journey changes you. The challenge is being open to that change. The fun is finding a kindred spirit to share in the journey…
Moments frozen out of time
Windows to the heart
It was a long day at work! And the sad part is I barely worked on any of my stuff. After surviving the day, there was no way my butt was going to end up on the couch this evening. I needed a re-charge. I had a few options but the call of a sunset with the sounds of water hitting the beach would be the boost I needed… off to Delta Lake.
I drove up earlier than I normally would for a sunset. This was supposed to be about relaxing and hopefully get a sunset, not a task oriented photo shoot. I walked around the park soaking it all in… aaahhh! Just what I needed.
In one of the picnic areas I came across a swing set. I had grabbed an image here way back in 2013 (After the children go home…). I got a little sad when I saw the state of disrepair in this area. I’m not sure why it hit me like it did. I believe it was due to a conversation I had with a friend at work. We escaped the office for lunch and I worked hard to keep the conversation away from work topics. I got him talking about his kids and he was telling me about the swing set he built in his backyard. That has to be it…
I setup the camera and captured an image. The haiku was already rolling around in my head. I need to pack a notebook in my camera bag, my memory is not that good. Plus, people stare when you repeat something over and over so you won’t forget it… no, I’m not crazy, I can’t remember very well. Ok, maybe a little crazy, but it works for me.
ExuberanceCarefree, swinging highMemories of days long passedYoung exuberance
The walk on Friday evening was along the Mohawk River trail. Although it was a beautiful day, the trail was surprisingly empty. This works to my advantage as I stop quite frequently to capture an image. Less people means less stares at the weird guy in the weeds.
I like walking this trail even though it offers less opportunities than the Sculpture Garden trail. This trial allows me to hear the water flowing in the river. And after a long week at work, that was exactly what I needed. The calming sounds of the babbling water… OK, every once in a while you can hear a car horn or city sounds, but I tune those out… focus! We are enjoying the sounds of the water…
I finally reach a section with a few more weeds along the edges. There are also more flowers. Don’t ask me to name them, I don’t know. I suppose if I’m going to take their picture I should get their name first. It would be the polite thing to do.
Then I spot Daisy! She is all alone. A touch of sadness washes over me. I love photographing daisies but I realize their season is up. This one I have to get right. Plenty of angles, changing light, there, that’s the one. Hold on daisy…
Hold On DaisyStand defiantlyIn a sea of strange embraceThe last survivor