Small harbours hold a fascination for me, as everything seems to be moving in slow motion, but going nowhere, at least most of the time, held more or less in place by lines. People of all ages with fishing lines hanging over the dock stand still, silently watching for any movement to their lazily bobbing floats: yachts at anchor move almost imperceptibly around their tethering lines, rocked by the gentle swell of the tide: this oarsman guided his little craft with slow deliberate strokes of the oars into position to tie it to the line at the wharf alongside the others. Everything seems to move almost in slow motion, constrained in some way by lines. And all of these lines lead to the sea.
For a theme of “Leading Lines” there can be few places with more lines than a small harbour such as this, in Rockport, Maine.
One afternoon in July, after finishing my time of volunteering at the Summer Craft Market of the NSDCC, in Halifax, just opposite the public gardens, I had taken a little walk around when I came across this scene. The lights changed as I took the image and the procession made its way across the intersection with no one taking much notice of them apart from me. I am not sure if this means of transport is a common sight in a city, but it was the first time I had seen it in use. Halifax is not a big city and the main places of interest, from the waterfront up the hill to the park are only a short walking distance apart, though admittedly up a rather steep hill. I thought what a strange thing, to not take advantage of the opportunity of exercise on such a beautiful day, by standing on these contraptions to be carried around our fair city.
These people might have come off one of the cruise ships which dock in the port, looking like high rise buildings blocking the picturesque view of the harbour. Perhaps they had sea legs and were afraid of walking on land for fear of falling down.
Spending a long, very rainy and stormy night in an airport with your camera has its benefits. The observation lounge was dark and quiet and gave a great view of the activity on the tarmac after midnight. Everything takes on an other-worldly look – the planes seem like toys with unnaturally bright lights and smooth toy plane like shapes.
I was drawn to the lines and light in this and was particularly enjoying the challenge of using my 40mm prime lens, which meant that I had to move to get the composition I wanted. The little ‘pancake’ lens is perfect for street and city photography as it makes my camera much more unobtrusive and easier to carry with me.
It wasn’t until I saw this that I realized that the two main figures in this appeared to be going in two different directions. They are both with me and presumably want to be going the same way together. The obvious one is Steven, but the purposeful stride belongs to my good friend Janet, who really does know where she is going in this station! We have some great memories of our fun trip to Toronto, good to revisit today when we are buried in a blizzard..
This is another treat day, where I get to post a photograph that I took in the past but never got a chance to share. This was a railway line in Ontario that had a lovely mist where the lines reached through the forest. I love trains and when I see train tracks I often think of past train trips and yearn to take another.