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THE ANTICS OF “ROB”

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!

SUBLIME: ATLANTIC WAVE … CANYON DEEP

SUBLIME: ATLANTIC WAVE ... CANYON DEEP

Why does an Ocean have to be of water; of wave
Of crashing rhythmic sound.
Can it not be of rock; of depth
Of rolling rhythmic echo.
They are both Ocean
Atlantic Wave … Canyon Deep
They are both sublime

WEIR RIVER TREE

WEIR RIVER TREE

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

THE SUSAN T

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.

BAILE’ DE LAS LUNAS

BAILE' DE LAS LUNAS

Hurts the head when thinking what type of 12 hr dance the Earth and Moon had to do to get the Moon from what it was to where it ended… kept camera horizontal to earth-horizon….nice spin Moon, soft on your feet!!
But considering we don’t ever see you spin, it must be us making the perspective-moves…. Earth leads in this choreography. for now I have to figure out, and learn, the HDR moon jig to get better detail at the next Baile’….

FIRST LUNAR ORBIT…

FIRST LUNAR ORBIT...

Learned how to reach the Moon last night. It took a few hours and 1/2 a bottle of vino to orbit the exposure.. Now to perfect its landing… Moonrise over Minot Beach, North Scituate, Ma.

SWIRLING ATLANTIC PHANTOMS

DAY 116... April 26, 2013

DAY 116… April 26, 2013

As sun rises I notice swirling ocean mist on Atlantic horizon. I pause…shoot…and look…The Atlantic phantom continues onward, in northerly direction, towards rising sun.. What are you? an optical illusion perhaps.. but you move….Maybe you are left-over exhaust from a large ocean-going vessel’s stack… but you are not dispersing….I set timer, fire once more, then settle down to watch. Whatever you are; you have brought back memory. Good memories of Arizona times; backpacking with friends in desert sands…my camp is set; friendly banter flows…beer in hand….watching dust-devils swirl on desert-ocean floor.

Gin Getz

Sharing an untamed view.

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