Let me know what you find.
This is ‘green soupy muck’ time in the swamps.
The end of summer, into our semi-fall weather, is when the last big growth of algae and water plants happens. Any swamp areas are now covered in green stuff, you might not realize there is even water there.
Alligators are completely unaware of the muck. Above shows one laying right in some. Yesterday I spotted the ‘back end’ of an Alligator nearby, but his head was hidden in a green plant wig.
As long as the days get sun and heat up to 78 degrees (25.5 C) this soup will thrive.
I could not have picked a better location for a black and white series. Old rustic cabins, with all the raw wood textures and shadows had everything I needed.
Everything except an obvious finishing style. I played with very light surfaces, high key, probably most options I could think of.
Eventually I just went with this, a harsh grain.
And yeah, I even included the ‘out buildings’.
The grounds of this Trappist Monastery and Abby were once the Mepkin Plantation (1762) in South Carolina.
Different views, and perspective, of the same location. This is the outdoor tabernacle of the Cypress Methodist Camp.
The location has been in use for a yearly revival camp for over 200 years.
The Saker Falcon is one of the rarest raptors and endangered due it’s incredible hunting skills. They are considered to be the premier bird for falconry in the middle east.
Ever since the collapse of the Soviet Union, the United Arab Emirates have been the main destination for thousands of falcons caught and sold illegally for hefty sums at the black market (the last price I heard was upwards of $65,000 USD). Kazakhstan is estimated to lose up to 1,000 Saker falcons per year.
Adults are prized captures since they have already learned their skills in the wild rather than from a trainer. This eliminates breeding pairs in the wild, further shrinking the population. Great planning !!!
This bird was provided courtesy of The Avian Conservation Center, Charleston, South Carolina.
I stepped outside my comfort zone here. Way out. On a public beach, with people.
People from out of town rent their comfort and watch the shrimpers work. An occasional Pelican or Dolphin will send ‘ohhhs and ahhhs’ from the audience.
Above, and below, getting their vacation sun so they can look good back home.
For people who have never seen Rockaway Beach or Jones Beach in NYC this place is empty.