Imagine living in a town called Sisters; how cool would that be? The name comes from its proximity to the Three Sisters volcanic peaks in Oregon.
The good news is that Middle and North Sisters are dormant. The maybe-lousy news is the South Sister is showing signs. I took a detour to see the fifteen-hundred-year-old lava flow and, as lava flows go, it's a big one. Here is the Wikipedia page. (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three_Sisters_(Oregon)#South_Sister) Here is a shot I took of the lava flow, but it doesn't do justice. It's about five miles wide.
Anyway, I was just glad to be here and out of the Florida summer heat for a few days. Oregon in summer is a mild climate, not too hot, not too cold. Goldilocks would approve. After visiting the lava flow, I ended up in this mountain town. If South Sister ever decides to come back to life, this place will have front-row seats.
This image is from Ken Thompson Park in Sarasota on a hot summer afternoon. So hot, in fact, that three minutes later I was back in the car.
There are a couple of reasons I like this photo; one is the minimal aesthetic, and the other is that its same spot I took an abstract picture with an iPhone. The abstract I took during a sunset that was like nothing I’d ever seen. I didn’t have a camera, so I used an iPhone. Not that it matters.
The two have nothing in common, yet I stood at the same spot for each. It just goes to show what imagination, setting, and post-processing can get you.
If you head down this road for three minutes, you'll end up at the gulf. If you go the other direction for about two hours, you'll end up at the Atlantic. Only in, Florida.
I was leaving the gulf and stopped for a different shot when I happened to look back; that's how I came to take this photo. Most of the pictures I take originate from this rather haphazard approach. That's not to say I don't occasionally plan; it's just that planning and this type of photography are only loosely connected. Having a plan gets me out of the house, and that's where the connection ends.
Once out of the house, the struggle is figuring out what photos to take; to solve that I try to stay open and aware of what's around me. Over the years, I've developed an aesthetic which largely stems from my personality. So, when I go out to take photos, even though I may not know what I'm looking for, I will generally know it when I see it.