Palmetto Bayonettes

Stings Remembered

Invasion of Serenity

Red-Shoulder in sunlight

Evening vigilence

Cry of Heron

Incoming Egret

Before the flight

White Pelican Ascension

Pelican Take Off

The Random

It was raining lightly. I was frustrated. I was taking my mother to the Sunstate Bank to deposit money for my sister. I had not eaten since morning. The S95 was in the case, not out as usual. We came down the hill on Baya, approaching the Presbyterian Church. I saw the man changing the sign board, with another two letter message. I quickly got the camera out as we passed and had just enough time to point over and shoot. It was not the intended shot. He turned just as we passed.
But, like the unintended that sometimes works, I liked his position better. To me, it looks as if he is bowing in homage or reverence to the church upon the hill. The camera, in its haste to focus, chose to focus on the windshield, leaving him fuzzy. That worked, as what is usually preached from this pulpit is a bit on the may I say, liberal fuzzy,warm side.

The Mourning After

I am randomly working on a series dwelling on this bathrobe over at my sisters daughter Allison's house at Marion Place. It is a gated community, high brow and we are so Beverly Hillbilly visiting there. It is where my sister and mother are currently living while my mom rehab's her broken leg and my sister, in her recent retirement from the VA.
The place is like a motel of sorts to me. We do not in our house have bathrobes of this sort. We do not have such nice stuff. But still, I am intrigued by the robe and I am attempting to try and convey that. In this one, the lonliness of losing loved ones. The girl next door, just this week, lost her boyfriend to a motorcycle accident. She in her cookie cutter house(all the houses in this neighborhood, built two feet apart) no doubt went to her bathroom this morning, and there, hung his robe. Who knows.