– pic du jour –
[a Friday image project, a la carte]
It has been raining for 18 days now and I am not the least bit thrilled. Not the normal summer pattern of brief-but-intense showers quickly replaced by a blazing sun but steady all day pitter-patter, streets flooded, and even the towering Skyway Bridge occasionally closed to tall vehicles susceptible to high winds.
[There used to be a newspaper here in the “Sunshine State” that was given away free any day the sun didn’t shine, an anomaly in these parts occurring only about 5-6 times a year. One year Mother Nature didn’t cooperate, however, and St. Pete’s Evening Independent went broke.]
Last Fall at a marina in Humboldt County on the coast of Northern California just as their rainy season kicked in I shelled out over 100 dollars for a shiny brand new oilskin slicker, the kind like brawny commercial fishermen wear to keep dry on trawlers out on the high seas. But I quickly discovered that while it looked neat it was way too cumbersome to climb in and out of, especially from inside a car with bucket front seats. I never wore it, I just headed South ‘till it stopped raining.
Which is not to say that I don’t enjoy SOME rain, splashin’ & playin’ like I was 60 years younger. (Okay, so maybe I carry an umbrella and a towel.) And Tzuri of course loves when it rains “cats and dogs” (bad pun intended). She gallops through puddles yappin’ at her reflection and heroically plunges into the Gulf to rescue sticks.
She’s happiest when she’s wet and muddy.
But enough is enough! Storm skies, yes, can be dramatic…
But rain skies are just wet and boring. And few venture out to have their picture taken by an aspiring street photographer.
It is well known amongst photographers that if you are going out shooting, first pray for bad weather. That’s because angry skies add drama to an image.
But they can be ominous too.
Where is this kid? Does his mother have supper waiting on the table for him at home?
For the record, I peeked over the edge into the water looking for him. If he was there, he wasn’t floating.
Which was fine with me because I had to rush home and process my images.
And a redwood forest too, right next to Humboldt State University.
Is it not possible to see the forest, like they say, because of all the trees? You decide.
It’s a fun place to explore…
…and you never know who you’ll meet around the next corner.
In spite of some rather strict rules – no smoking, no alcohol, no camping, park closes at sunset – the homeless with their sleeping bags have laid claim to seemingly every other tree.
Tzuri said she wanted to try it, camp overnight. It was wet and foggy but I reluctantly agreed. And man did we have fun, woke up completely rejuvenated!
– A foggy day, a romp on the beach, a moment of inattentiveness –
What, you don’t believe? You scoff?
Being still young, Tzuri was curious, and approached the possibility with an open mind.
Deciding to see for herself, she plunged into the water.
“No,” I told her, “not out in the middle of the lake. If anything’s there it’s supposed to be at ‘the end of the rainbow’.”
So she altered her course and began to search diligently. At least it’s good exercise, I thought to myself with jaded bemusement, all that thrashing around in the water.
Then suddenly she alerted and gave a little yelp: “I found it!” “I found it!”
I’ll be damned! There it was, the proverbial pot of gold!
Actually, on closer inspection it turned out to be half a pumpkin full of doubloons. Probably a pirate ship down there somewhere.
Now what the hell am I going to do with a smelly water-logged pumpkin full of shiny trinkets? I’m already living the perfect life, why complicate it?