Over the years, I’ve photographed nearly every sport there is, or at least it feels that way. One of the exceptions was surfing. Living in Pennsylvania and Minnesota, there weren’t exactly a lot waves around. For a while now, I’ve been hearing that the Rockaways right here in New York are a pretty popular surfing spot. Lo and behold, I learned there was a surfing competition yesterday morning so I grabbed my gear and decided to check it out. Two things I learned: 1) When standing on the jetty, no matter how close to the shore you are, you will get wet. 2) My 200mm wasn’t quite enough to get really good tight shots. I was able to capture a few decent images when one of the surfers would catch a wave fairly close. For the people who went farther out, a 300mm would have been better, or even a 2x. I’ll definitely be making another attempt at it in the future, though maybe waiting until the afternoon or evening so the sun isn’t rising behind them creating silhouettes everywhere…as dramatic as they might be.
Wow, that’s all I can say. I was somewhat discouraged when I got into southern Vermont to see that many of the trees were just beginning to change colors, but I headed north to the St. Johnsbury area and caught everything at the peak time. I was trying to avoid major highways, because you’re really not going to discover anything different. Luckily, after nearly getting lost a few times, or maybe I was who knows, I came across Ewell’s Pond, and a few other bodies of water, near Peacham. It’s one of the most picturesque ponds I’ve seen, probably helped by the incredible sky. Afterward it was out to White Mountain National Park in New Hampshire for fall foliage, with a few detours including a half-mile hike along the Appalachian Trail and seeing Newt Gingrich in Hanover, NH as I stopped for a bit to eat. Who knew he was still running. These are a few early edits, plus I’m hoping to play around with HDR for some of these later on.
As I was walking to work this morning after the rain had tapered off the remainents of the earlier showers caught my eye. The way they glistened on the marble bench in their own individual little puddles. It was such a contrast in shape and texture and color. I just had to capture it.