Up very early morning…downtown Old Montreal heading towards the Notre Dame Basilica at Place d’Armes (seen in the background); listening to quiet city noise when thought was interrupted by old-fashoined school-bell sound. It was to alert the Montreal Fire Department of an emergency. I quickly set up: low ISO, f/11 aperture; pushing shutter speed into the seconds. In turn I caught the light-travel of the modern-day heroes of Montreal.
I have been watching him for months now.. To the point where I have named him; “Robert the Ramblin’ Row Boat” or “Rob” for short. Every time I drive by Cohasset Harbor I see Rob; always moving: Up, down, left, right, forward, backwards… He just can’t seem to settle down.. Well this morning Rob took the cake and I had to photograph his antics.. Balance Rob balance.. What a Ham!
Forgetting the subject in front of me, loosely focused on the tree tops; just over the grassy knoll…but not looking at them directly. Kind of how one looks at those trick posters or painting where you try not to focus on the picture itself so as to bring out the hidden secret that lies in the picture… I fire.. It’s the center of the tree, it’s always the center of the subject that one sees. ..
@ Weir River Farm
The SUSAN T…. It tells me, and reminds me, that this is the season of change… The air is energized with it…fresh and new… Trees are starting to leaf: pinks, yellows, greens, whites, purples, reds to name a few… Grasses are green and growing; demanding to be mowed.. The ocean barriers to beach entrances have been removed; the way for Town to let Inhabitant know that calmer ocean prevails..The runners and cyclists have multiplied. Baseball is in full swing..boat moorings have been placed by harbormaster, spurring neighbors to prep their boats for moor.. This change is seen by all… you see it in their eyes, their movement.. But this picture stirs a memory for me. One that I hope we can visit a few times before our change….The Old Salt House Tavern, seen in exposure-background, soon to open its outdoor patio… and all the while the Susan T, not specifically knowing, is prepping lobster pot and haul so that I and my family can sit in Old Salt House memory.. warm, cool ocean breeze; cracking lobster shell and drinking cold New England brew.