What do these two knock-outs evoke in me. I’m from Connecticut so images abound. Mystic Seaport is one, the harbor where the rich dock their boats. I remember going for seafood, my mom’s favorite fare, seated outside, our lobster bibs in place, the small of saltwater pleasingly invading our nostrils.
It also makes me think of Westport, when years ago there was a restaurant called, The Cafe de la Plage, my spelling questionable, where I’d go with my beau at the time, Eddie, for lunch of crab claws and cole slaw until the money ran out. it was pricey and I always paid with the inheritance from my poor dad, not knowing that fast Eddie, was only in my life for its temporary bounty. Ah yeah…my first and hopefully last, gigolo. See what a picture, or 2, can do. π
I love not only that my pictures evoke memories, but that you share them with us.
Spelling looks right to me π
Dang that fast Eddie. Taught you something, I’m sure
In the eighties, I lived in Darian for two years and then moved to Wilton. I loved Connecticut for the reasons you outlined. My office was in Norwalk which had a view of the sound. Gad, what a life. Thanks to Dale for the memories. Thanks to Susannah for the Connecticut mention which brought up more.
SO much here. For one thing, the stillness of the water lends a magical effect. Its like ice, solid and transparent. And then you have the mirror imaging going on, where shadows speak in duality, producing the resemblance. It’s a metaphor to me, for understanding the water as the other half of an unseen world.
I also love how the light bounces off the boats, so becoming. The irony of a setting sun producing its most brilliant colors before being stolen away by the darkness. And that darkness, so moody and romantic in its indigo dress.
I was driving home from a walk in a park (where other photos shall appear right here π) and had to pull over as, from he road I was struck dumb (yes, it can happen).
Zeke was left in the car while I ran down the slope to get to the dock.
I couldn’t believe just how still the water was and the oncoming dark with, as you say the setting sun’s gift of light just made the whole place glow in all the right places.
I had to add the second pic because I found it even more mysterious as it gets darker as your eye goes to the right.
Yes! And almost breathless – might have been the steep slope I had to go down to get there, though. All jokes aside, I hoped and prayed either my phone or camera would adequately capture it. Believe it or not, these are the phone.
I am beyond pleased you liked my framing. I didn’t crop a thing nor add a thing.
Exactly. There it will be shortly.
I love that you have given me this forum. I wouldn’t have even though if soloing it on mine!
I believe it was your phone. You know what my phone does? Makes phone calls. Texts too. Aaaaannndddd that’s it. Of course, the operator has lots to do with it, I get that.
Framing is muy importante, and you nailed it.
I love that you took this forum by storm and made it yours. So we’re even. π
You weren’t kidding about these β¦ love them. The end of daytime has come.
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Thanks, Frank. I had too much trouble choosing just one so…
I was rather pleased …
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Makes ya wanna sail, doesn’t it Frank. Put on some white duck pants and a Picasso striped shirt, call everybody matey. sigh She’s very good that Dale.
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Made me miss my dad’s sailboat, tell you what.
And she is blushing now.
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Awe. Thatβs whatβs called bittersweet, right?
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That it is.
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Both so nice / I am
Not going to do this – but years ago these kind of photos would have made me pull out the paints
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Thank you, Yvette.
And that is more than a compliment!
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What do these two knock-outs evoke in me. I’m from Connecticut so images abound. Mystic Seaport is one, the harbor where the rich dock their boats. I remember going for seafood, my mom’s favorite fare, seated outside, our lobster bibs in place, the small of saltwater pleasingly invading our nostrils.
It also makes me think of Westport, when years ago there was a restaurant called, The Cafe de la Plage, my spelling questionable, where I’d go with my beau at the time, Eddie, for lunch of crab claws and cole slaw until the money ran out. it was pricey and I always paid with the inheritance from my poor dad, not knowing that fast Eddie, was only in my life for its temporary bounty. Ah yeah…my first and hopefully last, gigolo. See what a picture, or 2, can do. π
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I love not only that my pictures evoke memories, but that you share them with us.
Spelling looks right to me π
Dang that fast Eddie. Taught you something, I’m sure
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He was so cute, and was I smitten and must have known that he was one of those there Ephemerals weβve been discussing.
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Indeed. And that’s all part of the growing up process, isn’t it? They come, the teach unknowingly, we hopefully learn and they’re gone.
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In the eighties, I lived in Darian for two years and then moved to Wilton. I loved Connecticut for the reasons you outlined. My office was in Norwalk which had a view of the sound. Gad, what a life. Thanks to Dale for the memories. Thanks to Susannah for the Connecticut mention which brought up more.
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How wonderful!
Most welcome for my part in the memories!
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Norwalk is right after Westport. Know it well.
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Yup it is.
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Small world John.
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Very.
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Q,
SO much here. For one thing, the stillness of the water lends a magical effect. Its like ice, solid and transparent. And then you have the mirror imaging going on, where shadows speak in duality, producing the resemblance. It’s a metaphor to me, for understanding the water as the other half of an unseen world.
I also love how the light bounces off the boats, so becoming. The irony of a setting sun producing its most brilliant colors before being stolen away by the darkness. And that darkness, so moody and romantic in its indigo dress.
Inspired choice to go with two selections.
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B,
I was driving home from a walk in a park (where other photos shall appear right here π) and had to pull over as, from he road I was struck dumb (yes, it can happen).
Zeke was left in the car while I ran down the slope to get to the dock.
I couldn’t believe just how still the water was and the oncoming dark with, as you say the setting sun’s gift of light just made the whole place glow in all the right places.
I had to add the second pic because I found it even more mysterious as it gets darker as your eye goes to the right.
Rare I am moved to talk about my pics so much!
So thank you!
Q
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Dumbstruck! I can see that happening if you were hit with a portrait such as this one. I get it. Even if I wouldn’t have known what to do with it.
It’s the design of it all, as if there is not a single bit of random to the ensemble. This is what I’m guessing is the mystic.
It does. The darkness as mystery, yes. But its intrusion was not complete at this point, so there was still a hopeful song to its clutches.
That’s what WW is for.
Gracias back!
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Yes! And almost breathless – might have been the steep slope I had to go down to get there, though. All jokes aside, I hoped and prayed either my phone or camera would adequately capture it. Believe it or not, these are the phone.
I am beyond pleased you liked my framing. I didn’t crop a thing nor add a thing.
Exactly. There it will be shortly.
I love that you have given me this forum. I wouldn’t have even though if soloing it on mine!
MWAH!
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I believe it was your phone. You know what my phone does? Makes phone calls. Texts too. Aaaaannndddd that’s it. Of course, the operator has lots to do with it, I get that.
Framing is muy importante, and you nailed it.
I love that you took this forum by storm and made it yours. So we’re even. π
MUAH!
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LOL… Actually I took pics of the same place with both my camera and my phone. Both were beautiful, in this case.
Muchas gracias. I have been working on it. Sometimes there is shit in the way that I have to crop out after the fact but I try to avoid that.
Couldn’t have happened without you!
ππ (One for each cheek, you understand)
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Both! That’s my tag line.
I can’t tell, because you’re so damned talented with the camera and all the other magical tricks that come before and after the shot.
I know talent when I sees it. π
Cheek ππ to ππ cheek . . . .
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I just borrowed it, k?
Now I’m sitting here smiling a goofy smile. So I thank you for that knowledge (the one about knowing talent when you sees it π )
And right on the kisser! π
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Coo.
But of course. It’s true, yanno?
Right theeaaahhh!!! π
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Very.
Shucks…
Ya baby! π
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Yayha! Bebe! π
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Beautiful, Dale. You certainly have an eye for photo art.
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Thank you so much, John. I’ve loved taking pictures since I got an Instamatic at age 10-12!
I’ve been “Kid Kodak” since way back π
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Well you have scertainly applied yourself to the skill.
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Well, I thank you.
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There’s just nothing more beautiful than that golden autumnal glow on water. Fabulous!
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Thank you. I agree with you. The light in autumn is unbeatable.
And thank you!
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Breathtaking!
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Thank you, Any!
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