A different take on the Great Egrets.
From an unscheduled stop at the old theater.
‘On February 12, 1736 the original Dock Street Theatre opened with a performance of George Farquhar’s play The Recruiting Officer. Built on the corner of Church Street and Dock Street (now known as Queen Street), the Historic Dock Street Theatre was the first building in America built exclusively to be used for theatrical performances. Flora, the first opera performance in America, took place at the Historic Dock Street Theatre.’ (Wikipedia)
The first building, and much of Charleston burned in 1740.
The current theater was originally the Planters Hotel, a hotel for plantation owners and traders. The upstairs bar originated the rum drink ‘Planters Punch’.
Plays are still performed through out the year. I have attended performances here and the quality is what you would expect from the oldest theater and group in the US. Besides, you are sitting in the middle of history all through the show.
Whenever going by and discover the doors are open we wander inside.
Dock Street Theater, French Quarter, Charleston.
A few B&W fun shots.
These are best viewed large since things are happening everywhere… shrimp flying through the air, big Pelican bills poked inside other big Pelican bills, even a poor guy losing his hard fought fish.
In the above it took a while to figure out how a Pelican bill got inside another one !
Fish and shrimp were flying around in the last one.
You just never know what you might see out there.
Any time we pass an old Chapel of Ease we stop and take a few shots. I try to finish the photographs a little different. I even succeed once in a while.
Build in 1740, tabby construction, by local planters.
The Egret was right inside the shrimp box, stealing all he could.
It looked like he had two accomplices keeping a lookout for him.
I came across images still to be finished and this one just struck me.
A young Great Blue Heron learning to use his wings, and now actually fly.
I watched this juvenile flap like crazy, get some height, and frantically fly to the tall trees on the edge of the swamp.
After a rest he returned to the safety of the nest.
Down below is a swamp, and Alligators. Incentive to make to the trees.
I’ve never seen one not get over there. Still, I’m sure the birds are terrified the first few times.
One step out our back porch door and it can feel like ‘Wild Kingdom’… miniature style. Sometimes it’s even on the porch which is why the back door stays closed.
Ellen has been shooting with Macro lens lately and getting some really nice results. Tropical heat and a few monsoon days have kept us close, but she has a whole parade of tiny critters that visit.
Finally after hearing about the ‘tiny’ Tree Fog I had to go out and see for myself.
Tiny ??? The flower is tiny, the Frog… maybe the size of a thumbnail, maybe.
This small sized guy needed some drama, so a Film noir circa 1940’s fit the bill.
I think some of the best places to shoot in Black and White are the old Victorian cemeteries around Charleston.
I learned photography shooting 35mm film in the 1960’s (yep, the olden days). Still prefer it for scenes like these.