I found this little spot not far from home hidden in a little residential community. This was one of those days when I could tell we'd have nice clouds and so decided to head out. I was headed somewhere else but a little voice inside said come here and I'm glad I listened.
Half the times when I head out to take photos I have no idea where I'm going. That can be a little disconcerting for a guy like me. Driving away from home without a clue is not a normal thing for me. It end up as little battle between the rational and artistic sides. I should be a little more patient. Mr. Rational is a good guy, he does the daily things that keep life running. But Mr. Artist could care less and is more interested finding new way of looking at the world.
So as I leave the house Mr. Rational gets a little out-of-sorts. Its at that point when I give Mr. Artists the steering wheel, it's like shape shifting, not easy to do. Eventually the chatter stops and I continue on my way, turning and stopping where I may. Such was the case with this photo. Even though its close to home I've never been here and somehow I knew I needed to. So here is a photo, straight from the right side of my right brain, aka Mr Artist.
This is the cargo dock in Vancouver Harbour. I'm standing at Canada Place facing east towards Burnaby. Half of this photo is a painting of sorts. I'm not really a painter but all of the reflections are my own doing, an example of an idea I get and then working to bring it out. I do it for no other reason than I get a enjoyment from it. The waters of Vancouver Harbour are not nearly this glassy, but that doesn't stop me from imagining what it would look like if they were.
This looks almost like a lake with fresh water. But then there would not be such big cargo docs. Mr. Rational says things don't make sense and deconstructs the scene. However in the world of my imagination I get to mix things up a bit and play what-if scenarios.
In fact the waters of this bay are really clean, especially for a port with so much shipping. It's not uncommon to see otters and seals swimming about. Compared to other port cities this is probably one of the cleanest. Maybe that's where I got the idea from. I'll take it up notch and make it appear like a lake. One thing is for sure, this is the only image like this you'll see because it has one foot in reality and one in my imagination.
This is one of the places I go to whenever I need to get away. Friday evening I walked along the seawall with my dog and soaked in the muted tones of blue, green and grey. I had come up here hoping for a sunset but what I got was better. This is Fort DeSoto Park is in St Petersburg Florida.
By simply making the effort to show up and be observant I notice things I might otherwise overlook. The textures and patterns in the clouds are an example. I once heard that these are the wings of angels. Maybe, but whatever posses them to form such shapes is beyond my comprehension.
In the foreground is the concrete reinforcement of the seawall. Beyond is the Gulf of Mexico. Ships pass by here on the way in and out of Tampa Bay. If you look closely you'll see two large vessels along the horizon. A few minutes later I watched as one passed by.
At this time of day the crowds have left and you can pretty much have the whole place to your self. There were one or two other souls along the seawall enjoying the tranquillity, or perhaps just communing with their thoughts. Maybe those angels had something to do with it.