Back in Florida, surrounded by wildlife and saltwater. More photos to ensue, with my new fisheye lens. =)
Last week I was at the beach. Whenever I go on vacation, I get hundreds of souvenirs: all my photos. Below are a few of my favorites from the trip. Our final day, we endured 35 mph sustained winds from Tropical Storm Andrea. In a house on stilts, that’s more fun than usual; the house rocked with every gust. I’m getting back around to my normal schedule, so you’ll be seeing more regular posts from me.
Alas no, I am not swimming at the shore for some time. But I like to pretend that I might be soon, and so I wistfully mull through my photos. I love to swim, and anytime I visit non-lethal water, I want in. The next best option is photographing. The two mix poorly, but I try. Below are some lovely tropical beaches, and some gloomy beaches and some extremity-numbing fjord beaches.
As a point of pride, I did get in the fjord and swim to a dock about 30 feet out, but I was going numb. Because children are insane, several children also did and wondered why I minded. This summer I’m visiting the Outer Banks of NC, and hoping to try a little surfing.
Every year, I trek south to Florida for the holidays. The sun and warmth are great, but I especially like the feeling of going to a different world. The land is flat and riddled with little inlets and brackish creeks. Here in southwest Florida, there is a feeling that man does not control the wilderness. Things grow at an insane rate and they fight for space. The landscape takes on that wild, violent look. I like the greenery and the beaches and the boats and the sunsets all. And I like to drag my camera along for documentation.