In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Warmth.”
So many ways to go with this one but, earlier today Dominica popped into my head and then when I saw warmth this only seemed natural:
The Valley of Desolation:
which leads to:
That is warmth for me…
I am not interested in rules or conventions. Photography is not a sport.
I think this picture from an interestingly named spa in Dominica fits both themes and challenges.
Other views of glow and letters
There are two kinds of stones, as everyone knows, one of which rolls.
Ailsa’s theme this week is stone. I figure that this gives me a good reason to go back to the river which I haven’t featured in what feels like weeks. First off, I want to boldly go where photographers are not supposed to go according to every portfolio review, critique or class I have ever sat in.
Please control your horror. It is true. These rocks are dry. This is from around 108th Street or about 4 miles north of New York harbor. The engine is the one I have been watching for almost three years now.
This next shot is about 2 miles south of Henderson Lake in Adirondack Park. The feet are mine.
Finally, what is a Travel Theme post without a Dominica shot. This is the beach at Secret Bay.
And now check out these other stones:
“The only color I don’t have is navy brown.”
Ailsa’s Travel Theme this week is brown.
Boring color, right? Not really. When you start to look brown is everywhere and there are so many shades and tints. Here are a few of mine.
First i want to revisit Dominica – you may be beginning to realize that is not metaphorical.
A house in town
A little bar up the Indian River
Closer to home Duck over Hudson
and finally a vendor at Lincoln Center (I forget what festival this was)
Other brown views you may enjoy:
Here are some other views…
There ought to be clowns.
Well, maybe next year.”
I have spent much of the past 72 hours scanning through the last 2 and half years of photographs in preparation for a contest submission and my eyes hurt. Basically the only things I stopped for were eating, sleeping and, thankfully, a visit from Aunt, Uncle, Cousin and kids who were in town for 24 hours. It was a relief to get my head out of the computer and see people who actually moved and talked even for a little while. However I am about to dive back in.
Here are a few of the images that I have been working on.
Ailsa’s theme this week is mountains
Mountains come in many shapes and sizes both in reality and metaphorically. Metaphorically I ran into a mountain today when I finally installed Photoshop CS6 only to discover that my computer’s graphics card can not handle it and Apple tells me that I cannot upgrade the card. That was a mountain to conquer to get today’s images.
Ailsa over at Where’s my Backpack? threw down a new photo challenge in honor of World Oceans Day. This gave me a chance to dig through some older pictures. The scans were done on the fly and on the cheap. It doesn’t bother me. Hope it doesn’t bother you.
Let’s start with the Pacific Coast of Costa Rica back in the early 90’s….
Then jump a century to Wellfleet MA and the Atlantic in 2011
Finally we jump back in time to 2005 and an ocean
of people at The Del Mar County Fair.
When I had reached the top, above Dominica‘s Boiling Lake (for images of it click back one day), with my bruised knee, and sore calves, I was looking down on this amazing natural phenomena – the sound it makes is incredible – and despite the pain, everything was just about perfect at that moment.
However, there was a party of 3 Germans and a Spaniard who had arrived a bit earlier … and they insisted on chattering, loudly, and smoking. Here we are, having just walked up and down mountains for 14 km, at an amazing place in nature, and they are talking about the Spaniard’s business back in Chicago and smoking a well-known American brand of cigs. At least they packed the cigarettes back out.
As they were getting ready to head down, one of them asked me where I was from. I said New York City. The Spaniard responded. “New York – man, that means chaos to me”. Without a thought I said, “It means home to me.”
I love to travel. If I could afford it, I would travel 90% of the time. But what makes traveling for me is knowing that behind me or in front of me, is my home, my place, waiting for me. It hasn’t always been NYC. Once it was Boston, later Southern California, and in the future it may be somewhere else, but right now NYC is home and it is always nice to return.
So, we were scheduled to take a 6:30AM flight to San Juan on Sunday the 25th. That would get us into San Juan at 11:00 with an hour and 25 minutes lay over before getting on the plane to Melville Hall in Dominica. At approximately 2:30 on Saturday, I received an automated call from American Airlines informing me that, due to crew regulations, our 6:30am flight would not be leaving until 8:30am… Now I am no math genius but a quick count on my fingers told me that we were going to miss our connection to Dominica and there is only one plane a day…
I called American who told me that, indeed, my math was correct and it looked like we were SOL…unless we could get to JFK by 4:30 since there were still seats available on the 6:30pm flight to San Juan. They said they could probably get us a hotel when we arrived.
Of course, Katherine wasn’t home and Abigail and I were not packed, it can easily take an hour to JFK from our apartment and we had to decide … right now. I managed to track Katherine down, we discussed for 30 seconds and decided to go for it. Called AA back and said, “book it, Dano”. Abigail and I hurled stuff in to our suitcases, we got in touch with our cat feeders and said “hey, you are on,”, picked up some necessities at the drug store and we were off. Made it to the ticket counter by 5pm and were in San Juan by 10:30pm. Of course, none of us had eaten lunch or dinner but, hey…
As we got off the plane we spoke with Cora Vilmari, a wonderful ticket agent for AA, who arranged a hotel, and vouchers for taxis to and from the airport, dinner and breakfast. So, in reality, everything worked out for the best. We didn’t have to get up stupidly early to catch our plane, we were rested as we arrived in Dominica, Katherine and I got to watch the cream of San Juan strut their stuff at the casino next to our hotel and we had room and board. Of course, it turned out that I had packed one t-shirt, (but 9 pairs of socks!) Abigail had not been able to find her sunglasses, her backup camera was not with us etc. but hey, so it goes…
What follows are a few (well more than a few) highlights of the trip. Skim at your leisure…
“You can pretend for a long time, but one day it all falls away and you are alone. We are alone in the most beautiful place in the world…”
Jean Rhys (Born – Roseau, Dominica – 1890-1979)