Every year on our island, we have a festival celebrating shrimp. Our town, Fernandina Beach, Florida, is the birthplace of the industry, in the United States.
I remember the first shrimp boat race that I went to. It’s many years in the past, but I vividly recall the sun on the water, and the people on the dock. We were spectators to a highly, unusual event. Shrimp boats, decorated with colorful flags were “racing” towards us, on the intercostal waterway.
Every one always cheered for the Dixie Queen. It was the pride of the local fleet. Continue reading “The Fearless Fish”
Paralleling the concepts of fisheyefarm.com. and @everydaypazarazza my instagram account, which celebrates the extraordinary, mediocrity of everyday existence, I keep thinking, “Every one looks like a movie star to me”. Continue reading “Domestic Details”
In the US, we are being devoured by our own consumerism. What we eat, is eating us.
This shot was taken with an old Canon 7d; worn and torn. The lens choice is a Canon 85mm. The choice of subject, is a lion hearted shepherd. The message is real.
~ the conflict of truth and lies ~
No matter where we stand good exists and evil lurks. We are powerless.
On the surface of this photo is a small wave breaking. If you look at the bottom of the photo, you will see a crocodile. We crossed paths that day. Me, being blissfully unaware of his presence, until I came home and downloaded my photos. Continue reading “What Lurks Beneath”
What art is, in reality, is in the missing link, not the links that exist. It is not what you see that is art; art is the gap. ~ Marcel Duchamp
You will never have the whole picture.