The morning train crosses the bridge to Bradenton on it's way to the orange juice plant. I stood here as it blew its horn which can be heard for miles away. When I'm home I hear the horn at night and for me it's just part of the daily sounds that make up the fabric of life in this small town. Each time I hear it I know the train is crossing the river.
When I travel to another part of the country or up to Canada and see Tropicana orange juice in a carton, I know it crossed this bridge as it left the plant. It's a subtle feeling of familiarity when I'm far from home.
Anyway, I love traveling by train, there couldn't be a more relaxing way to travel. Unlike a plane you can easily get up and walk around. There's none of the nonsense about landing and takeoff and you can pretty much do as you please.
Anyway, I don't see many passenger trains in my part of Florida. Even so they were largely responsible for the population growth in the last century. Now the trains here mostly serve industry. For instance the Ringling circus train leaves from just the other side of the river. That has a long history, and I know someone who works on that train, but I digress; another story for another day perhaps.
Due to some other priorities I've been staying close to home lately. That's been nice because I get to visit all my favorite photo locations within a short drive. But I just realized I haven't been back to this park in about two years. It just got put at the top of the list. I like it here because of the ponds and the reflections, so I just need to wait for some nice clouds and head over in the next few days.
They were going to put a water park here, that was over a year ago but I've not seen any construction when I drive past. Hopefully the natural beauty is preserved. I need to remember is to bring mosquito repellant, this is close to a swamp and bayou so there are plenty of biting things. Normally I get so engrossed in what I'm doing that I just ignore them.
Now that we're getting into summer weather again we'll start getting afternoon thunderstorms. Those can be loud and dramatic, but the best part is after they pass the clouds can be spectacular. You can see some of those clouds way off in the distance here, but this image doesn't really feature them. Clyde Butcher, a famous photographer from Florida says that the clouds are our mountains. That's a reference to how they can play an important role in Florida landscape in the same way mountains do in other parts of the country. To me that makes perfect sense, and the bonus is that our mountains change every day. How cool is that?
This is a shot of an old stump along the Beach in British Columbia. I took this while walking along the Foreshore trail from Wreck Beach. The logs and stumps litter the beach, remnants of storms long passed. There are lumber mills not far from here so it's not unusual to see stray logs that never made it to the mill. I stopped several times to take pictures of the smooth stones on the beach which is not exactly landscape photography, but images I like to collect nonetheless for use later as textures for other images.
I noticed another photographer stopping to take photos of the stumps and debris along the beach as well. I think because it's deserted here and there are so many natural elements you could easily spend hours photographing all kinds of interesting things. That's basically what I did.
I'll be heading up to Alaska in about a month. I hope to get some time walking along a beach up there as well. I know the landscape is beautiful, I've seen it on TV. Naturally I'm curious to see it in person because as we all know pictures can never do justice to majestic landscapes. Just the thought of walking in a setting that I've never seen before should provide all kinds of opportunities for photography. Even if they are just a bunch of old stumps.