I'm exhausted from trying to keep up with the news and so at a little past 5:00 PM today I put down the newspapers and left for Chapoquoit beach. There were still some people there and at the risk of offending them I set up my big lens on a tripod and started shooting.
There was a young mother with two kids playing on the beach that I really wanted to photograph, but she wouldn't let me. That sort of rejection rarely happens, but sometimes it does. I try not to take it personally, but it did hurt my feelings when she hastily packed up her kids and left. It seemed like she thought I was a creepy old man. Oh well.
An apparent mother-daughter pair walked out near me and the daughter went straight out into the water and started doing headstands. I thought this image captured the feeling of late afternoon at the beach. They noticed me taking the pictures (it would've been impossible not to) so I gave them my card and offered to send them a copy if they want one.
The trip to the beach did help to ease my news-overdose-induced anxiety, but I'm already feeling the need to open up the New York Times app and see what happened while I was offline. It's become an illness of our present era.
Monte
I'm exhausted from trying to keep up with the news and so at a little past 5:00 PM today I put down the newspapers and left for Chapoquoit beach. There were still some people there and at the risk of offending them I set up my big lens on a tripod and started shooting.
There was a young mother with two kids playing on the beach that I really wanted to photograph, but she wouldn't let me. That sort of rejection rarely happens, but sometimes it does. I try not to take it personally, but it did hurt my feelings when she hastily packed up her kids and left. It seemed like she thought I was a creepy old man. Oh well.
An apparent mother-daughter pair walked out near me and the daughter went straight out into the water and started doing headstands. I thought this image captured the feeling of late afternoon at the beach. They noticed me taking the pictures (it would've been impossible not to) so I gave them my card and offered to send them a copy if they want one.
The trip to the beach did help to ease my news-overdose-induced anxiety, but I'm already feeling the need to open up the New York Times app and see what happened while I was offline. It's become an illness of our present era.
Monte