Passageway

There really isn't much behind this photograph. No story or significant moment. Laura and I were wandering around the boat on our last vacation when she stopped to look out the porthole and I took a picture. Sometimes pictures are just purty. This is one of those.

It does remind me what fun places boats are, though. It's a bit like traveling to a different country. A country where they speak the same language but use funny words for some things. Or a country where the average height of the population is much shorter than the typical American. Or a country where the builders preferred round doors and windows to square ones. So, it's probably a lot like visiting the Shire. But on water.

Calm

Before we left for Bermuda, I had visions of sapphire blue seas, sparkling beaches and cobalt skies, all waiting to be photographed and plastered on my desktop to help me through the cold winter to come. I'm typically not drawn to the post card pictures, but for some reason I was really in the mood to bag some calender art on this vacation. The weather in Bermuda, however, did not to cooperate. The weather was warm but the skies were constantly overcast and occasionally made good on their threats to soak us. The silver lining being that we never had to worry about forgetting the sunscreen.

So instead of bright sunny days providing bold and vibrant colors, I got soft, even, subdued light. We made it to the beach one day (after being soaked on the morning scooter ride) and I took this. No palm trees or sail boats. No puffy white clouds. Just the calm, pale ocean and a nagging rain cloud reminding us that his work may not yet be finished. Hm. This may help me through the winter just as well.

Across the Table

Laura and I go out to dinner quite a bit. Sometimes the camera comes, too. Inevitably, one of us will pick it up and casually take a picture of the person across the table. It's a lazy photograph, one we've taken many times before. But we still seem to repeat it. They all look pretty similar, taken from the same perspective with a window typically providing some side light. But our photographic rut isn't entirely fruitless. I rather like this one.

Cattails

Last year Thanksgiving. Laura went out to gather materials for the centerpiece. I decided to follow, camera in hand. She visited the gardens first, selecting some ornamental grasses then down to the beach, picking up colorful leaves along the way. The cattails offered their goods as well. Feathery tops which Laura could use for an architectural element. I didn't remember them being so tall in the summer. She was practically lost in them, her head well below those of the cattails and her hair blending with the scattered reeds. But I still found her.