Distant Paradise

IMG_1205This was my first painting. Actually, it’s what is termed mixed media. It is painting and drawing, some on the surface and some on cut paper. The class was Design 1. The teacher was Derby Ulloah. The school was Florida Junior College at Jacksonville, in Florida. The assignment was to paint a self-portrait.

Does it look like me?

I began college as an adult. School was a strange, stressful and fascinating place. I always wanted an education. But instead of going to school, which I deemed impossible; something for other people, not me, I floundered around in the world, trying to make my way, working all kinds of jobs and never quite getting my feet on the ground.

Once I did start school, I dreamed of it being a means to a new life. I wanted to walk out of my life and into a world of sun, surf, peace and solitude.

And that’s what happened.

It wasn’t so much having the degree, as earning the degree. Such as, showing up and doing what I was supposed to, starting and finishing projects, dealing with beaurocracy and jumping through hoops. I had to meet and deal with new personalities . I had to learn to get along, even when I didn’t want to.

This might sound like every day life for most people, but for me it was a super- challenge.

The exception ~ was ~ I didn’t end up in solitude.

I met people and made friends. I have friends from all over the globe.

Paradise is no longer in the distance.

It’s the ground that I stand on.

Energy

frontpictureWhat does it all mean?

The stimulating intellectual atmosphere in which I grew up = Duck!

E=MC squared = something I wrote on the blackboard after watching a Mickey Mouse cartoon. I was mistaken for a genius.

Plank units = the number of boards I have to buy from Home Depot.

Cosmic acceleration = when my car runs without overheating.

Fluid Dynamics
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When I catch a wave ~ get up ~ and Go!

Kinetic Energy = when the look on my face changes into the biggest smile possible, as I’m paddling back out.

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Daily Inventory

IMG_7482shsSomeone, somewhere would enjoy this picture. Because it’s them! This photo is yet another from Hurricane Sandy. I know Sandy caused horrific destruction on the northern coast, but it generated a few days of great surf here, on Amelia Island.

This particular wave, like many that I took, was shot early in the morning, into our Eastern sun rise.

Secondhand Surfer now has a Facebook page and this is my photo entry for the day.

I plan to post one a day this year.

H.S – (Hurricane Sandy)

The H.S. is for Hurricane Sandy. Ryan Hammers is the surfer.

I ran into Ryan and his friend.  Visiting surfers from Jacksonville Beach, Big Saturday. They were two of the few people, here on the Island, that ventured out into the waves, that morning.

I got to show Ryan the pictures on the camera screen and he was smiling. Surfing is such a rush. You experience it and then it’s gone. I’m glad I happened to be there, and capture that barrel.

In my photography, now, I can bring some joy to others, by sharing my time and my talent. It helps me to connect with people and challenges me on many levels.

My life is blessed.

Sandy Day Afternoon

 Bailey Riggan

This photo was taken from the Fernandina Beach Pier. It was the Sunday afternoon, during Hurricane Sandy. Bailey is one of my favorite groms-a grom being a kid surfer.

I am transitioning into a new process of how I handle my photos. It’s a lot of work and I am diligently teaching myself new software.

I dont’ know how much Island time I have ahead of me. But while I’m here I will be making the most of it.

It’s easy for me to stay out of the water and do my photography here. It’s too cold for me. My wetsuit went into retirement a long, long time ago.

I guess ALL of this is just the natural order of things.

Go Bailey!

A Sprinkle of Wisdom

This is my Dad.

~Every generation Blames the one before~

I always heard stories of him working at a gas station, when he met my Mom. She use to pass by, because she lived a block away. He liked the way she walked.

She was fourteen when they married and he was nine years older. I know things now, I didn’t know when I was a kid. Things that happened.

I can look back now and know, sometimes, he tried to share his wisdom with me, but I couldn’t hear him. I was too angry. I was already lost in my own survival.

Personal Favorite -1

 

My favorite photo from yesterday’s surf session on Amelia Island.

One day  I’ll be in the water with my camera.

Committed

I started this blog to learn more about my computer and my camera. (and myself) So far, so good.

 

My Husband

My husband sews buttons

on clothes

My husband makes

jewelry

from shells

and wire

from beads

and love

patient*seeing*

intensely looking

with the eyes

that I love

My husband sews buttons