I was caught with the wrong lens in the wrong situation when I went to shoot this day. I had planned on shooting something, somewhere, but hadn’t decided the “where” part until I came to this spot. I only had my 50mm 1.8 available to me, when I probably should have had something in the 20mm range for this situation. It turned out OK, as I was forced to fit within the limits of the 50mm lens, and at that, learn to look a bit better for worthy subjects. I was happy with the results, and will post a few more in the coming days.
black & white
I am not sure what the ship’s name is in reference to, but most ships at this particualar port are of Norwegian origin. Most are still active, though, due to recent regulations, there are quite a few vessels that are sitting here, rusting away. I am also told that one of the neighboring ships to the Zibet was recently part of a show on the Discovery Channel called “Deadliest Catch”, though I can’t seem to find which ship it was.
A Notre Dame-esque cornerstone gargoyle with fellow gargoyles high above. Between the architecture and the sculptures, this church is one of my favorite local spots to shoot.
A small wooden Buddha statue used as a prop to test lighting. I had been trying to work on different ways to work with light and shadow on smaller (macro) subjects in order to make them stand out a bit more dramatically.
I remember going to the zoo when I was young and having my parents tell me about how they had come to see Emily when they were my age. Now, some fifty years after them, I find myself at the zoo telling my child how I used to visit her when I was his age, and how his grandparents used to visit her when they were his age. It seems like such a strange thing to say, when we live in such a disposable society, where nothing is forever, and nothing lasts.
A worker high on a stack of an old manufacturing plant, New Bedford, Massachusetts. Notice the sections of ladder that are strapped and stacked all the way up tho the worker, there are at least six or seven of them below where the photo cuts off, just to give you an idea of how high up he is and how high he climbed by ladder.
Sandy River Railroad, Rangeley, Maine
“Like a steam locomotive
rolling down the track…”