First official post for my #blackgirlinbeanboots foto-blog series. And my first time deliberately taking fotos at sunset of the setting sun. So, what do you find on the waterfront at dusk? A whole buncha fotographers (and one painter with canvas) training lens and tripod to the horizon. And there I was, three big flowers, six glitter letters to spell out the word autumn, and my little wristlet camera. Quickly, I’m arranging my shit, hoping something will inspire, nothing. I look at all the real photographers surrounding me, poised and shooting, so cool, and I wonder what they see that I don’t (besides better equipment and expertise). But I have something they don’t: a Photo-Tip-Of-The-Week Facebook group membership I paid $5.00 for and I plan to get my money’s worth and this week’s tip is to shoot the natural light of sunrise and sunset so I am determined, yet minimally skilled picture taker. I think quickly. My props are falling flat. The light is fading, fast. I’m getting cold. Maybe there will be no magic, I think, and my mind drifts to thoughts of fried cod and French fries. I want to go, eat, try this sunset thing again another day. I can just about taste the wine vinegar and tartar sauce on the beer breading when I trip over my untied boot lace and it hits me like a flash. I kick off the boots, toss them on the picnic table, and cram a flower into one boot. I’m staging them to face the water when I notice the warm hue on one side of one boot. I look up and there are pink ribbons unspooling across the sky. How wonderful is that? My wristlet camera and me. Magic.
So if someone asks you what I’m doing with myself these days, how I’m adjusting to the empty nest, tell them I’m standing barefoot on duck-poop covered rocks at the shoreline, tinkering with the golden hour of day. And dreaming of eating fish and chips. ❤