Photographing the Stricken Golden Ray along the Beautiful Georgia Coast
When my good friend, Ed, called me up out of the blue on Tuesday morning, I knew I was in for an adventure. On our last photo excursion, we enjoyed being eaten alive by gnats, nearly being swallowed by a waterspout, and being deluged by a pop-up thunderstorm. Yet, when Ed asked if I’d like to photograph the Golden Ray, which had capsized in the mouth of Saint Simons Sound a few days earlier, I couldn’t refuse. Thankfully, this adventure was far less eventful, though every bit as interesting as our last excursion.
3 Days of Wonder and Nostalgia in New England’s Only National Park
New England, and certainly Acadia National Park, has always held a special place in my heart. I grew up in coastal New Hampshire and some of my fondest childhood memories center around family trips to the park. It was here, my brother and I took our first flight, soaring silently above the rounded mountains of Mt. Desert Island in a glider, and to this day, a clock hangs in my parents house with a photo of my brother, myself and our cousins atop Cadillac Mountain from a trip in the early 90’s. It was here too, that I took Bryn for her first trip to New England, before we were even dating, now 20 years ago, and here we returned two years later as part of our honeymoon. And so, after a far-too-long time away, we returned again this summer to Acadia to introduce our own children to a park that holds so many of our treasured memories.
Exploring the Craggy and Historic Sentinels of the New Hampshire Coast
Every once in a while, if the conditions are just right, we’ll get a summer’s day here in Florida that reminds me of my beloved New Hampshire childhood. Today is just such a day, with unseasonably low humidity, azure blue skies, the chirping of songbirds and a gentle breeze that transports me back to a lazy summer day in New England. It was on just such a day that Bryn and I visited the Isles of Shoals for the first time back in July of 2017.