I've been reading about the nature of Cape Cod and was especially interested in the impact of the ice age on our local geology. The landscape where I live is filled with big rocks, called erratic boulders by geologists, that were deposited by a huge glacier 15,000 years ago. I went to a beach near my home and did some time lapse of the clouds over the rocky shoreline and shot some video of seagulls and birds that I think are called cormorants - could be wrong about that.
Monte
I was out at a beach called Little Island yesterday trying to make a time-lapse video of the sunset. The only other person there was this local artist, a painter who I occasionally encounter when I'm out taking pictures. We speak briefly and politely to each other when we meet making the usual observations about the weather and the scenery. But I can sense how we share a love for the effort of trying to capture a moment in a beautiful setting so that we will always remember it - him with a painting and me with a photograph.
I've lived in this small Cape Cod town for eleven years without fully recognizing how lucky I am to be here. It is unfortunately true that life is what happens while we're making other plans. The camera is turning out to be good therapy for my scattered, anxiety-ridden brain. Perhaps the painter feels the same way about his canvas. The act of making a painting or taking a picture requires one's attention. The camera makes me focus.
Monte