At the tip of Longboat Key is a beach strewn with the remnants of past storms. It creates a surreal scene, and it's a nice place to hang out. The beach is only accessible by hike so, it becomes a bohemian camp of sorts. You feel very much away from it all here. Each time I come, there are groups of people in temporary camps with hammocks hanging from the trees. Sometimes they are playing music or singing, like gypsy gatherings in a Patrick Rothfuss novel. At around sunset on any given day, you'll see photographers trek here with their clients. I've done that, but I also look for unique scenes like this when I come alone.
On the east side of Vancouver is an old steam clock. In the Steampunk universe, these things are commonplace. Everyone stands around and waits and, after about fifteen minutes or so it gives off steam. In the age Apple Watch, it's fascinating to watch a relic mark the hours by vapor and gears. The area is known as Gastown, and it has a lot of places to hang out. You could eat at a different place each night of the year. Whenever I'm in town, I come here and shoot night scenes. It's been a few years so I can't wait to come back. And unlike the glass towers a few blocks away, this Gastown is in a universe all it's own.
About five years ago I took a drive up the coast from Vancouver. I took this at a little community called Lions Bay. This image has been sitting in my rejects file for a year or two. Now and then I look at the rejects and see if I should reconsider any. My perspective changes so much that, given a little time, I might change my mind. To be clear, most of my photos deserve to be in the dust bin; they are not that interesting. I usually wait at least a week, typically much longer, to post a photo. It takes a little time to look at a picture dispassionately and decide if it rises to the level. But even then, it's all subjective, and what makes a good photo is entirely in the eye of the beholder.
