This is the public boat dock in Bradenton. Anyone with a boat can dock here and walk over to the restaurants nearby. I like coming here in the evening and rarely do I see anyone docked at night. Nevertheless I'll sit on the steps and chill for a bit.
I took this at dusk when the waters of the river are still. During the day the wind and boats make the water choppy and so it never really looks this nice. I normally have my dog with me and we'll both just sit here on the steps. Of course he likes coming because he gets to meet so many other dogs.
This is just one of those amazing scenes I see so much of in the summer. The clouds are normally dramatic and it contrasts well with the stillness of the water. If I didn't have to wakeup so early I think I'd be out taking photos late into the night. Shooting scenes like this at night is a tonne of fun.
I've had jobs where every week I'd be on an airplane. It still happens sometimes but not as much. So when I'm not traveling I like to take the time to do what "normal" people do. Meaning, going for a drive, letting time pass, waking up in my own bed. When I took this shot the jet in the sky brought those memories to my mind. I was the guy up there looking down at the people enjoying the rest of their Sunday.
Being up in that plane is neither good nor bad, it just is what it is. But there is another perspective rooted on the ground. It's the perspective of, well, being rooted. I have moved around so often it feels I have no roots. I feel like an outsider even where I live. But I have a place I call home, and for that I am grateful.
Home does not have to be the place we were born or even grew up. It's a place to return to, or maybe just a place to rest our head. With all that is happening in the world I am grateful for that simple pleasure. But nothing on this earth is forever, not even roots. Eventually a time will come when we depart one home en route to another. And when that time comes we will carry our home in our hearts.
These cotton candy clouds appear almost everyday at this time of year here in Florida. The skies are clear in the morning, cotton candy at noon, thunderstorms in the afternoon and sunsets at night. It's a pattern that repeats itself each day with minor variations. So I headed down the street one day to catch the cotton candy part of the day.
This is an example of how I can go to the same place time and time again and get different results. Some of it has to do with the clouds or time of day, but just as much is my state of mind. I see the same old thing in a new way. Sometimes what I see is more in my mind than what's really in front of me. I take the picture and idea and work on it until I have a new picture of a familiar scene. It's a challenge, but there are infinite ways of portraying any one thing. So I have a lot of options ahead of me.
Lets face it, we live in a complicated world. We do many things to counter that. We dream about things constantly throughout the day, at least I do. I like taking a scene and turning it into a dream. It's the same thing as a dream, only I make a picture of it. And from that I temporarily escape from the real world, if just for bit.