My side of the hotel faced the turnpike, which could account for those extremely bright floodlights, lighting the way for weary, moth-like travelers. On my last morning in Oklahoma, heavy rain on the windows diffused the light…but not very much.
PS: Today would have been my dad’s 98th birthday. He and my mom lived in Stroud, Oklahoma, where this photo was taken, for a short while in the mid-1950s. I almost never plan out my photos to be posted on any particular day, so it was a just a coincidence that this one landed on his birthday. (I think that sometimes the Photography Gods are doing some behind-the-scenes work.)
Having a hurricane in Boston wasn’t something that I really thought would happen, but there was quite a bit of rain and wind that one night. Remembering that “Shitty weather makes good photos.” – the second time in three days that I am quoting Sam Abell – my camera and I went for a bit of a walkabout in the rain.
One of the best trips I’ve been on was this one, two weeks in Nova Scotia. I’d happily return any time.
I was shooting for a specific project at the time, and never really posted anything else from the trip. And I’ve gotten a little weary of all the Texas and New Mexico stuff I’ve been posting, so here’s a short pivot north. This particular scene includes a lot of things I’m not used to shooting: oceans, rain, fishing shacks, buoys, boats. Oh, and trees and hills.
Whale Cove, Nova Scotia