The weekly photo challenge word is “Summer”.
Holding the string, at the other end of this kite are a couple of boys and their Dad. The kids were thrilled when the kite caught the wind and really took off. It was a beautiful sight; and seemed the epitome of summer.
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Posted on my photo blog.
I am still going through the more than 1500 photos I took at the beach over Mother’s Day weekend.
I wanted to add these quick ones that I captured the first day. The window with the lamp and the ocean in the background is the one of the windows from the living room area of the hotel. The lamp was kind of a grungy plastic, but looked nice from afar.
The days were so windy, as you can see from the waves.
Seeing the ocean as a big foam brewery. The foam was intense – intensely beautiful!
The sun plays peek-a-boo through a hole in the clouds; like a belly-button!
Oh the drama over the sea! Some where beyond the horizon, Cuba sits.
There were several triangular areas sectioned off with crime scene tape to protect the eggs that the sea turtles lay every year…
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I know, I know…. The “Blue” challenge was last week… suffice it to say, that blue week was a busy one for me – though not at all blue. On the contrary, it was a lovely week because half of it I spent soaking in the sights and sounds of the blue sea.
I met this woman in blue on the beach. She was staying in the same hotel I was in.
(I don’t know how to spell her name, but it sounds like Iah.)
She’s from Somalia and was so friendly, with a great smile even though I didn’t capture it fully in this photo, unfortunately.
Anyway, she saw me taking photographs and asked if I’d come across a key she’d lost – her hotel key. I hadn’t but I offered to help her look for it until I saw how she was looking – picking up the seaweed, shaking it and shuffling the sand that the seaweed had been sitting on.
I’ve seen too many creatures in the seaweed to get too close. So, I found a stick and helped.
We never found her key, but we chatted a bit. She asked me to take a picture of her with a handful of seaweed. I said sure (later I captured more photos of her scooping through the weeds that I was too wimpy to touch).
She asked if she could have copies of the picture and so I gave her my email address to contact me,. but she never has. Maybe she’ll see this post…
This is so worth the read. Enjoy!
I am a tithing member of the Church of the Holy Crock Pot. Though I dutifully praise the Crock Pot’s glories on a regular basis, take it to all the best potlucks, and actively witness to others about how the power of the Crock Pot has changed my life, it occasionally lets me down. This was the case a few months ago when I was cooking a pot roast in the depths of my early 1990s era Crock Pot. The kind with three settings: Off, Low and Scorchingly Fucking Hot. It was a housewarming gift from my mother when I moved into my very first apartment – the one with mauve carpeting.
For readers under the age of 25, let me explain that mauve is a horrid color that infiltrated the décor of the late 1980s and early 1990s, much in the same way that a CIA mole recently infiltrated…
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The word for this week’s Photo Challenge is “unfocused.” Certainly an easy one for me as I have many photos that fall into that unsightly category. 🙂
I’m like a photography hoarder, I keep
the even the blurry and goofy pictures!
This pretty fella, the bright Peacock, moved just as I clicked.
The second photo is the effect of theatrical lighting on aluminum scaffolding. Not only is it blurry, it’s also distorted! Two features for the price of one with that photo!