California Blue

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This single sailboat was anchored in the middle of Drakes Bay near Point Reyes, California. I never saw anyone moving around on her. She looked rather lonely out there nestled in an almost mediterranean blue ocean, but the overall scene was beautiful.

The Misty Hills of Petaluma

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A mist hovers lightly on the hills in the distance as we walk the 2 mile route around Shollenberger Park. We didn’t see too many birds today as we had started out rather late but, no matter, the hills’ soft muted colors made a beautiful backdrop to our stroll. 

The Blue Glove

 

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I was initially drawn to this man by the fact that he was standing absolutely still, head down, not moving a muscle for all the time I was photographing him. Also I was attracted by the enormous load of bags that he was pushing. However when I looked at this image later it was his robins egg blue glove that stood out. 

They say that photographs should be given time to marinate before final judgement is passed. For this one at least, that turned out to be very true.

Goodbye Old Friend

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I initially was attracted by the harsh side lighting illuminating the guy sitting on the bench. However as I got closer and started taking  pictures, the other figure walking away was also caught in my composition. As luck would have it, their blue clothes seemed to tie the two together and so not only did I not crop out the receding figure, it become an integral part of this composition.

Reflections Plus A Red Streetlight

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The sun was shining brightly yesterday. As I came out of Boston’s financial and was walking towards Fort Point Channel the buildings behind me were reflected in the glass facades in front. This made for a wonderful shimmering cityscape with the red of the stoplight providing a nice dot of color contrast.

Golden Tree and Thin Blue Ice

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It’s finally getting colder here. Winter weather has been a long time coming, but now with overnight lows getting into the thirties, the cold seeps into my bones as a walk across Boston Garden. That discomfort is however more than offset by the golden sheen of the huge willow trees that ring the lagoon and the shimmering blue of its new skim of ice.