I’d hoped to cover the 90-minute photo session in two posts, but it turned into three posts. The first post (HERE) covered my encounter with the rusted truck relic. The second post (HERE) dealt with the surfers I photographed.
This post has forty-four photographs in the gallery at the bottom of the post. However, I won’t post all of them in the body of the post. I also have seven videos to share, all of them less than a minute long (you know, for them who have the attention span of a gnat).
The photos and videos are primarily of waves . . . with the exception of the photos opening and closing this post. Those photos are of the rusty truck and the red flowers hedge.
Before I continue, some housekeeping . . .
Some of you might have noticed a recent lack of contributions to this blog. Some might even have noticed I’m not as engaged in your blogs as I might normally be. There’s a reason for that.
That reason is also why you might not see or hear much from me in the next four-to-six-weeks. Life demands more of my attention than normal.
Before anyone starts to worry . . . I’m not sick. No one in my family is sick. I have no lawsuits hitting me right and left and I’m not under investigation (I fly pretty straight; I might not know where I’m going, but I’m heading straight there). I’ve not won the lotto and about to become a hermit. I’m not joining the Witness Protection Program and I’m not scheduling elective surgery to become even purdier. Despite my intellect, wisdom, and winning personality, I’ve not been drafted to solve the world’s problems. I’m not writing a book, composing music, or building a monument to Salami and Cheese sandwiches.
Basically, I’m busy; nothing bad, nothing good. Just life.
I plan on dropping a few posts here and there, but it’ll be mostly for my relaxation and enjoyment. Others are welcome to enjoy them . . . or not. For instance, I’ve been processing the 1,300 photos from September 11 (Alaska cruise). I assume that at some point I’ll be done, and sometime later I’ll post a few hundred of them.
The only thing I feel bad about is that I won’t have time to read all the blogs I follow. I’ll catch a few posts here and there, but whereas I usually read every post from blogs I subscribe to, I’ll probably miss a bunch and — sadly — I don’t plan on catching up when my normal life resumes.
Really . . . if you are inclined toward worrying about me, don’t. Believe me, plenty of bad stuff has happened since I’ve had this blog, and no one knows anything about it. Heck, if I were dying, the last place I would mention it would be here. So, really, if I didn’t say anything and just dropped out of sight, then you might wonder if I’ve died or lost all my fingers, butI’m telling you . . . it’s just life.
Now, this seems long, as if overcompensating . . . nope! It’s just that only a few people will read this, and I want to impress upon them — the ones I care about — that nothing’s wrong. The majority of “readers” won’t even get past the first photo and, frankly, I don’t care much about them.
And now, the first wave photo . . .