My fall garden is graced by tall and still-elegant Queen Anne’s Lace gone to seed. Despite her wild nature, she is permitted to hold court in any of my gardens as long as she chooses.
The Festival of Tall Ships was here and, as I mentioned earlier, I was most interested in capturing the scene prior to mobs of people showing up. On Saturday morning, I arrived early, but after sunrise, and the brightly lit ships didn’t work for me. The next day, I was in place before the sun got there and was far more pleased with my captures.
The Giant Rubber Ducky was a part of the festival.
Sunrise over the Fox. When’s the last time you saw a photograph that included a sunrise, paper mill, Spanish galleon, and giant rubber ducky?
Eat your heart out, National Geographic.
And finally, just a little Tiananmen Square vibe here:
Downtown Green Bay. Sunrise over the Fox River, featuring a paper mill and a couple of tall ships at rest. Gallery, five pictures.
I rarely shoot where I have to “follow the light,” but on this outing, I had a fine hands-on experience with just how rapidly the quality of light changes leading up to sunrise.
Taken on the Main Street Bridge shortly before and shortly after dawn, Saturday and Sunday mornings. Click for a gallery slideshow.
My next couple of posts will explain what I was doing hanging around in predawn Green Bay.
Okay…you forced me to tell you why. (Wow! You are good!) The Tall Ships were in town and your friend really wanted to take pictures of the ships, but she faced two large hurdles on her way to that goal.
#1. Wabi Sabi hates crowds. Not Walking Around Crowds or City Street Crowds…those are cool… but Line Up to Get Someplace Crowds. She gets…hmmm…cranky. You should see her when she boards an airplane or attends a venue without assigned seating.
#2. Wabi Sabi does not wish to spend a bucket of money to stand in long lines and then share her personal bubble with people she does not know. Many thousands of people attended this three day event under cloudless skies, with temps kissing 90 degrees. My fair skin is a gift from my Irish ancestors and I would have looked like a pork rind long before I had the chance to even approach the first ship.
Given those issues, I decided to be downtown well ahead of anyone else and see what I could capture. The Main Street Bridge was a pretty good vantage point for taking pictures of the ships but all those lovely crack ‘o dawn shadows on the bridge were a real distraction.
Next time: Actual ship pictures.
It was the fog that woke me, trailing insistent fingers against my bedroom window, urging me to wake up.
I resisted, burrowed deeper into my bed, but one glimpse of those foggy tendrils grabbed me, pulled me out of my cocoon, and sent me in search of my camera.
Because everyone wants to be wandering around in the fields an hour before sunrise, right?
As usual, I really didn’t know what I was looking for and the first three or four dozen shots I took proved that. I kept walking. Then, I started to play with the ribbons of fog as they wound through the trees and fields.
And then fog around the abandoned farm site.
And then, the first peachy hues of the approaching sun.
And then… And then…
An oddly-stacked gallery from that morning walk, but I found that I was most happy with slices of the landscape, rather than full-on traditional ratios. Please click on any image to view the shots in a gallery format.
One more shot to share. I was out for a little more than an hour and returned home pretty satisfied with my morning’s work. Came in through the back patio doors, put down my camera, took off my wet shoes…and glanced back outside to see this display over my flower garden:
Sunrise plus lingering fog, all filtered through the trees, equals WOW!