A gallery of pictures from the recent Tall Ships Festival in Green Bay. As always, click on any shot for enlargement and/or a slideshow presentation.
My favorite pieces.
The Festival of Tall Ships was here and, as I mentioned earlier, I was most interested in capturing the scene prior to mobs of people showing up. On Saturday morning, I arrived early, but after sunrise, and the brightly lit ships didn’t work for me. The next day, I was in place before the sun got there and was far more pleased with my captures.
The Giant Rubber Ducky was a part of the festival.
Sunrise over the Fox. When’s the last time you saw a photograph that included a sunrise, paper mill, Spanish galleon, and giant rubber ducky?
Eat your heart out, National Geographic.
More duckishness:
And finally, just a little Tiananmen Square vibe here:
Downtown Green Bay. Sunrise over the Fox River, featuring a paper mill and a couple of tall ships at rest. Gallery, five pictures.
I rarely shoot where I have to “follow the light,” but on this outing, I had a fine hands-on experience with just how rapidly the quality of light changes leading up to sunrise.
It was the fog that woke me, trailing insistent fingers against my bedroom window, urging me to wake up.
I resisted, burrowed deeper into my bed, but one glimpse of those foggy tendrils grabbed me, pulled me out of my cocoon, and sent me in search of my camera.
Because everyone wants to be wandering around in the fields an hour before sunrise, right?
As usual, I really didn’t know what I was looking for and the first three or four dozen shots I took proved that. I kept walking. Then, I started to play with the ribbons of fog as they wound through the trees and fields.
And then fog around the abandoned farm site.
And then, the first peachy hues of the approaching sun.
And then… And then…
An oddly-stacked gallery from that morning walk, but I found that I was most happy with slices of the landscape, rather than full-on traditional ratios. Please click on any image to view the shots in a gallery format.
One more shot to share. I was out for a little more than an hour and returned home pretty satisfied with my morning’s work. Came in through the back patio doors, put down my camera, took off my wet shoes…and glanced back outside to see this display over my flower garden:
Sunrise plus lingering fog, all filtered through the trees, equals WOW!
Petite wet-snow blizzard Friday afternoon. It was like shooting in the rain.
I’ve driven over this little overpass a few zillion times in my life, but it never occurred to me to stop until I caught a glimpse of it in the storm on Friday.
Just when we think our lives are settled and predictable, circumstances can change abruptly, rocketing our complacent selves into a whole new narrative. That doesn’t mean bad things are happening in Wabi Sabi land, but an unexpected turn of events has switched us all onto a wildly different track. I put aside my camera for a while, something I haven’t done in years, but I’m thinking it’s maybe safe to quietly exhale now. Even new narratives should yield a little creative space.
Hmmm…maybe I should buy a new lens. Major metaphoric statement, yes?