These surf kites at the midpoint of the Sunshine Skyway in Tampa and can be seen for miles away whenever there's a breeze. Once in a while I'll pull off the highway to watch. The main impression I get is of the contrast of these colorful canopies moving against the sky. They are mesmerizing to watch and this is a simplification of that scene as it appears in my minds eye.
The wind here changes direction from one day to the next and depending on that the surfers alternate from one side of the causeway to the other. The spectacle of the scene is so compelling it's a wonder there aren't accidents as drivers crane their heads to get a look.
In my way of thinking, I'm always trying to simplify things. I work and live in a complex world and what helps is if I can simplify the complexity a bit. I do this by removing things that I feel are unnecessary to the central core or subject of a thing. In this case, the subject is little colorful kites in a big sky, so to convey that I needed to remove as many distractions as possible. I think this might not be a bad philosophy to live by. In fact it's called de-cluttering, and now there are de-clutter coaches you can hire to help with de-cluttering you life. We'll, I'm no guru or coach, but I do like to get to the essence of a thing, and in this case, it's all about the kites.
Pure and simple.
Maybe like a lot of you, I sit at a desk all week. Monday through Friday, day-in, day-out. I restrain my movements to a few square feet while I talk or listen endlessly on meeting after meeting. The week is a progression of days leading ever so slowly to the last hurdle, Friday. On Friday morning emails are tinged flippant references to what awaits in another eight hours. Then finally, after an eternity, it comes.
This is what decompression looks like, a central mass expanding. Friday feels like this.
Friday night, Saturday and Sunday during the day are all free. Free of deadlines, free of worries, free of compression. Then, sometime Sunday afternoon or evening, the realization that it's almost over kicks in. I watch my favorite shows, think about what I wish I'd done, go to bed.
Monday morning is all business, get the dog walked, get to work, get through e-mails before my first meeting. Settle in, focus on the task, narrow my center of mass. Five more days to go.
This was the scene as night descended on the Fort DeSoto fishing pier. I can never get enough of this place and will probably keep coming back here again and again. I took this as the sky turned from blue to black and the mood and scene changed by the minute. My perspective is towards the West which means it looks out into the blue waters of the Gulf of Mexico. This is the direction the cargo and cruise ships take when leaving Tampa.
I like the idea of looking out to an infinity of space. I think it plays a bit of havoc with my mind since I can never fully appreciate the size and mass of things like oceans, but then maybe I'm not meant to. Suffice to say its food for thought, forever an enigma.
Piers or old bridges that have become piers are used by fishermen at all hours of the night here in Florida. Right now it seems we're in a good fishing season because I'm seeing a lot of people with fish in their buckets or on their lines. Getting outside on a warm night with a fishing pole is probably the closest thing to heaven for many who live or visit here. Myself, I'm just happy to take pictures of the scenes, thats my form of heaven, that and the deep blue bottomless sea.