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As we left Antigua and Barbuda in October these Frigate birds were making the rounds and checking us out. However my mind was still back at Prickly Pear Island where we spent the day and the real world didn’t exist. It’s about a mile offshore with a few umbrellas and a little rum shack, the perfect place to forget everything. All good things come to and end but I find myself wandering back from time to time. Okay, back to work, don’t blame me if you’re losing your will to concentrate.
In addition to photography I’ve worked in IT for quite a while. That takes me into a lot of big buildings and, a lot of elevators. This is a wild guess but I’d imagine I’ve taken about one hundred thousand elevator rides in my career. What’s a guy to do when the vending machines are four floors down, but I digress. Not one of those rides prepared me for the elevator on a cruise ship called The Jewel of the Seas, which as you can see, rises above the ocean. In fact there are two banks of elevators midship, one that faces out and one that faces in. I found myself waiting for an elevator facing out just so that I could see the ocean as I ascended. On the final day of my trip I snapped this at around sunset. Then, put my camera away and headed for the buffet.
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In Saint Joseph Parish in Barbados is Bathsheba Park and along the beach are these rocks eroded by the waves at the bottom. Water is one of the most powerful forces on the planet yet you can put your hand in it, swim in the warm waters of the tropics, take a shower, and it all seems so harmless. I think it’s one of those things that’s hard to fathom until you experience it’s force first hand. Reminds me of Niagara Falls, until you see it for yourself you really can’t imagine. But back to Barbados, the waters here seemed perfectly harmless, warm and inviting and the only force I was feeling was urge to take a nap in the shade.
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Not too long ago I was at sea heading back to Florida across the waters of the Caribbean. I took this about a half hour after sunrise looking back towards the stern of the ship. Days at sea on a passenger ship are like weekends. On port days everyone goes their separate way to see what there is to see, but days at sea have no agenda, just chill. As the day goes on I find myself staring out at sea, looking for, well, anything. So when we pass an island or a fishing boat, it becomes topic for conversation. I think my brain tries to see things that aren’t there, looks for patterns. Its good therapy to have nothing to focus on for an extended stretch, like looking at a camp fire. Anyway, back to the sea, there were no campfires on this day, at least none that I could see.
Not too long ago I found myself leaving out of a port on a ship. This is my impression from the back of the ship with the lights of Barbados in the distance and the full moon as it reflected on the ocean. Life should be like this, and from time to time it is. Moments like this are few and fleeting and I like to think that if I can capture the essence of a moment with an image, then I can go back to it from time to time.
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A couple of weeks ago I was walking around the old fort in San Juan, Puerto Rico. You couldn’t go inside because the park service was closed due to the federal government shutdown. Since the fort was shut down there were police at all the gates, guarding the fort. It was a little ironic and a little bit of a flashback to a few hundred years ago when there would be guards at the gates also, probably on the inside and dressed somewhat differently. Despite the guarded fort, it’s a nice walk along the outside. This is one of the many iconic lookouts that line the walls. As far as I know, the fort wasn’t attacked this day.
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This is the old town section of San Juan Puerto Rico where I recently found myself on a Friday night. After an authentic meal at El Jibarito we spotted a coconut vendor who provided fresh coconut water, something I could get used to. By the time we left this section of town it was filling up with Friday night party goers and it took our cab about a half hour to navigate the narrow oneway cobblestone streets. Not that I minded that slow ride one bit.
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