This is a I275 rest stop near Tampa just before the Skyway bridge. Its one of the most scenic highway stops in the state, especially at sunset. Truckers know this well as I see them all lined on break with this scene out their windscreens. Moments like this, especially at dusk, have me longing for the open road; next life perhaps.
In this life I'm a software architect by day and a photographer by night. It keeps me home yet longing for the road. I spend more time pining for a journey than the comfort of home. If I was a trucker it would be the opposite, longing for home on long lonely highways. The best solution for me is to live in the moment, be thankful for what I have. I am thankful for what I have, but in my next life, ...
Speaking of the next life, if you could choose to come back as an animal, what would it be? I have so many ideas it would be hard to choose. Living here in Florida I'd want to be an Eagle or Osprey, I like the thought of flying high and surveying the landscape, although I'm not sure about eating my prey while it's still alive. Another idea; my own pet dog, his name is Wiggles, he gets a tonne of love and has a good life. But he is a rescue, and I wouldn't want to go through the abuse he did before we got him. On second thought, I guess I'm happy just being me for now.
This is a long exposure of the San Francisco Bay Bridge I took last year. I with about three hundred other people on a Trey Ratcliff photowalk. The problem with me a photowalks is that I'm a straggler. I see so many things that I want to take pictures of that I end up at the back of the pack, I can't seem to help myself.
This is just one of many thirty-second exposures I did while standing here with my tripod. If you do the math, that puts me in this spot for about ten minutes. By the time I have enough presence of mind to look up from my camera the end of the pack is hundreds of yards down the road. Time to run.
Now many months later did I just go back to look at this and remember that fun evening. I met so many people and had a blast. But also I just noticed the V-shaped light in the distance between the two leading lines. How crazy is that? I don't recall seeing it that night. Anyway, now this is one of my favorite shots from that evening.
The markets in Collioure are on narrow streets that lead to courtyards filled will shops. This is a fishing village along the mediterranean that's also a destination for French and Spanish vacationers on the account that its close to the Spanish border. In fact its part of Catalonia, a region with a separate language and customs that crosses the borders and envisions itself as an independent state.
The border crossing between France and Spain is up a mountain road at the very top. As I drove past I mistook the boarded up buildings for a tourist attraction, but in fact it was the old border checkpoints that were used before the EU. When you see those old stations it amazing to think that there are no more borders within the EU.
Anyway, I loved the colors of the houses here, they reminded me of homes in tropical regions where colors are used freely and in excess. I suppose that's an earmark of a warm climate, colorful houses that reflect the atmosphere. Further north we tend to stick with muted or darker tones to endure the winter. The feeling here was almost magic as we sat at outdoor bistros and meandered along the narrow streets looking for bargains. I was too busy taking pictures to shop but my wife found a couple of dresses by a designer dressmaker at the little shop on the left.