Our roving band of photographers spent a long time one afternoon at the Palermo harbor photographing four or five people who were fishing. They didn’t seem to mind that we were back there, working all the things (light! framing! angles! exposure!) that photographers like to mess around with. In fact, at one point, they even showed us the white bucket that held their catch and we had a nice conversation with them (even though they didn’t speak English and we didn’t speak Italian).
We’d actually gone to the harbor in hopes of getting some glorious sunset photos; when it became apparent that wasn’t going to work out, we turned our focus (so to speak) elsewhere. And that’s a good lesson: even if the thing you thought you were going to photograph doesn’t work out, something else will show up to fill the void. And honestly, this photo is way better than anything sunset-related would have been.
I live on the very western edge of the Central time zone, where a December 21 sunset is at 5:44 pm. I failed to account for Nashville’s location – in the very eastern edge of the same time zone – and was therefore surprised at the 4:36 sundown. It cut into my first afternoon of photographing the city. But it also let me see this cemetery sunset. So, really, it all worked out.
Please note that I did not pay Ehpem to write this stuff about my image. Really.
My collaboration with Melinda continues with golden views to the western horizon. My photo is the one above, Melinda’s below and her co-post is here.
It was inevitable, if this series went on long enough, that I would end up blown out of the water, or perhaps a better cliché would be blown sky-high. And to add irony to injury, she does it using colour.
I did take digital colour photographs of this sunset but I became wrapped up in catching some golden light on the beach below, and the photos did not work out all that well.
The picture I include here is from a point and shoot film camera. It does show the setting from which Melinda was shooting, including that we were at the top of bluff above the ocean. She had burrowed into that fringe of vegetation right to edge of the cliff like she had grown up in these parts.
Even though the thick shrubbery was cloying and excessively damp by Texas standards, she managed to stay on point and capture this great shot. Given that we were standing on Point No Point that is quite something.
But then that’s Melinda for you.
Point No Point Resort, British Columbia