Atlantic Beach Mid-Week Market

Today I finally stopped at the Wednesday afternoon Mid-Week Farmer’s Market hosted by the city of Atlantic Beach on the lawn at the Adele Grage Center.  A smaller version of The Beaches Green Market in Jarboe Park on Saturdays, the Atlantic Beach Mid-Week Farmer’s Market is worth coming out for: fresh produce, local vendors, a playground right there for your kids, so you can let them run about while you chat up the merchants.  There was a folksy guitarist entertaining a small group of kids enthralled before her on a blanket and the music added just the right touch of bohemian ambiance that a small farmer’s market really ought to have, to complete the experience.

Honestly? It’s small enough that you can walk through in just a few minutes’ time, but oh my gosh, it’s just so lovely out that you’ll want to linger.

The produce is so colorful, the growers are passionate about their products.

A few minutes’ respite of outdoor weather might just stretch into a half hour or more and why not?  Life’s hectic enough, and if you’re lucky enough to pass by the Adele Grage Center every day and haven’t yet stopped to check it out, now’s a great time to do it.   If you’ve got the time to walk or ride over, booyah for you but however you can, a visit to the mid-week Market in Atlantic Beach is just another reason to love where you live, spend some time outdoors, and come home with something good to eat.

Held Wednesdays from 4-7pm; Adele Grage Center, 7th St. between Ocean and East Coast Boulevard; Atlantic Beach.

This Weekend at the Beach

It’s fine Fall weather; what we’ve all been waiting for, furthermore, it’s Friday.  It’s time do do a little exploring!

Sometimes we get so busy with our ordinary lives we don’t take the time to explore the lovely places close to home.  The ‘we’ I refer to would be me, so the other afternoon I took a detour on my way home, and stopped in at Dutton Island Park.

One of eleven parks maintained by the City of Atlantic Beach, Dutton Island Preserve is described by the city as a passive park, with walking trails, a canoe launch, picnic tables.  You can rent canoes and kayaks there (good to know, for those of us who don’t own ’em), but if all you want is a feeling of being away from home, this cooler autumn weather is the perfect time for walking in the woods, or going all the way to the edge of the island.  There, you’ll be rewarded with a spectacular view of the intracoastal waterway and a quiet dock to cast your line.

I’ve been there twice already this week: once during the afternoon, with the sunlight glinting through the tall trees in the woods,

and a second time at sunset, where the view was spectacular, and  the no-see-ums were swarming.  Well, it’s marshland, after all, and even if some small part of me was shrieking for pesticides, it was a picture perfect evening.  See?

I recorded a video that’s frankly unfit for public airing since the cameraman was laughing the entire time as I was a bit over the no-see-ums and was quite clear about that on the video.  I was just kidding about sending in pesticides too!  I love nature; I just don’t like bugs in my nose, hair, and lipgloss.

Still, I think we can agree that it was a chamber-of-commerce sort of sunset, wouldn’t you say?  I’m glad we were there to see it and I plan to take my out of town guests kayaking from Dutton Island, and explore the intracoastal waterway, a little bit of paradise, close to home.

All New Macro Monday

And those are my offerings for the week.  I love macro photography, but it can be quite challenging as I am learning.  But I’m hooked, and I’m determined to improve.  I intended to make these photos as large as possible for macro photos must be viewed in a larger format in order to really be appreciated.  So if a particular photo strikes you, click on it to make it larger.  It makes a big viewing difference!

Macro Monday

Inspiration:  Not found, not so much.  Effort:  A for trying.  Photographer: undaunted.
Here are pictures that limped to the finish line:
Ooops! This beachlifer is officially OUT of free Blogger storage and has had to purchase more so that she can continue to regale you with minutiae and mediocrity with the occasional brilliant photo or post thrown in.  So… Macro Monday is being delayed until payments can be confirmed; please stand by.  Your wait time may be up to twenty-four hours.  So please, don’t hold your breath.


In the meantime, I’ve been thinking about creative inspiration.  It’s no surprise I’ve exceeded my allotted space here on Blogger.  I’ve already filled my hard drive and have had to buy a second external hard drive, all filled with images.  I might not buy the kids’ requisite, overpriced school pics every year (please consult your yearbooks to see what you looked liked in your second grade uniform, kids.) For a girl who has more than 25,000 jpegs on her hard drive I’m just a bit insulted that the photo studio who  shall remain unnamed (but seems to have a monopoly on all the area schools, both public and private) doesn’t even give us a choice of this picture or that one, and then bundles it into some exorbitantly priced “package” making me feel like Their Bad Mother when I let months go by without making the buy – but look!  I have 19,000 pictures of them on this external, or the other.  There’s certainly no shortage of pictures of my kids, and backed up well.

I even offer them their own photo shoots, but they eschew that (who  wants their mom taking their photo again) and even when I resort to forcing them to be my practice subjects, naturally the attitude seeps through the lens and while I have captured plenty of lovely pictures, I’m building my portfolio by shooting other people; children or adults.  I have one model in particular who stares right through the lens with that blank but pleasant look on her face; a face that I could never pull off without someone asking me, “Are you all right? Is something wrong?”  I think it just comes naturally to some people, certainly models have it, and if you have it, you can learn to work it.

I photographed a lovely family on Saturday afternoon, collecting hundreds of images they’ll enjoy choosing from.  Each time I do this I get new ideas on how to  engage small children in photo shoots; with very small children who can’t sit and pose, candids are the way to go.  I was very happy with the outcome of the family photo shoot.   The subjects were wonderful to work with; the venues, perfect.  Howell Park drenched them in a saturated green backdrop, while the beach provided that magical mixture golden afternoon light, and an azure sea and sky, the surf breaking with just enough white foam to provide the perfect horizontal contrast.  I couldn’t have been happier with the outcome.

I love nature photography in macro.  A good macro / portrait lens has been the best addition to my camera bag and every time I pull the camera out my heart lures me in search of small images worthy of that extreme close up.  Today, it was just breezy enough to keep moving my subjects and therefore my results were merely fine, but not spectacular. I want to feel that catch in my throat, that internal leap of excitement when I view my uploaded photos, and lately, in macro, it hasn’t happened.      I hesitate to post them,  but post I will, for it’s the only way to keep myself challenged; although I do hit the ‘publish’ button with less enthusiasm than I did that first time I published a set of macro shots from the garden.  It had rained; there wasn’t any wind; the raindrops were hanging like a single tear was shed from the nascent bud of a June agapanthus.

That’s what keeps me coming back for more.  The memory of that picture.  That’s why I know I can do it.

Macro Monday

Macro Monday Autumn Garden

It’s becoming a wonderful time of year to be in the garden; perhaps even gardening at night — who knows? The weather’s slowly changing.  We rearranged our outdoor fire pit this afternoon and readied the wood pile.  Pinion wood: check.  A few logs of pinion wood tossed into the pile makes woodsmoke so alluring I can pull weeds and putter in the yard for hours.  There’s nothing like having a small campfire crackling in my own back yard, perfuming the air with its scent and the ocean murmuring in the background – daytime or night.

In the meantime, I’m clearing the beds of their spent plants and doing other chores a summer of neglect has wrought. Pulling weeds and taking pictures: not a bad way to spend a Sunday afternoon.
This is what I saw:
There’s a fungus among us.
Summer’s Agapanthus, gone to seed.

Queen Palm frond, its duty done. Behold bokeh.
Garden reader, a gift from my mother. Cherished.
Garden snail who left his shell behind.
Seed pods.


Seed pod from a variegated ginger plant. It blooms in June and remains lovely year round.
The End.

Macro Monday

A few random shots from the macro lens taken during the weekend.

At One Ocean Resort and Spa, Atlantic Beach.

The fountain in front of One Ocean.
Print is alive and well in Atlantic Beach, Florida.
Butterfly enjoys a penta flower for supper.
The best sunglasses in the world; made here in Atlantic Beach.  Check their Facebook Page for discounts and information.

Autumn light on autumn plantings.
The floating dock at Naked Spring, Gilchrist County, Florida.
Not my brand, but check out the condensation on the can.



The end.

Macro Monday at Salt Springs

A day trip to Salt Springs in the Ocala National Forest brought out the macro in me.  Here are some of my favorite images from that trip.

(notice the bumble bee flying in from the right)

More about the actual springs in the next post!

Macro Monday Michigan

Just a few images from a Michigan summer garden, macro style.

“Dead things aren’t beautiful,” said the six-year-old boy.  And although the pictures aren’t as beautiful as I’d hoped, I respectfully disagree.  I love pictures of dead things.  Well, spent plants, anyway.

Savor the Moment

In the early years she spent so much time on the beach with her children.  They were young, time was ample, they played for hours and hours on the white sand under the hot sun.  Surf camps, boogie boards, catching minnows in pails, wallowing in tide pools.
She watched their delight from the comfort of her beach chair, slightly reclined, always a good novel in hand.  From beneath her visor, she’d watch them – in and out of the water, amusing themselves without needing her –  it was blissful for all of them.
Of course she took so many photos; some things don’t change.
But they did.
It was last summer when they started to balk at her beach suggestion.  They didn’t want to go as often as she did.  It was this summer when she noticed a whole new crop of children, with parents she didn’t even recognize, fanning out around her on the beach.  Where did they come from? she wondered. She looked up from her novel and saw these families, and something moved from deep inside her: that was her, but a few years ago.  Those times she so enjoyed – her children romping about her on a white sand beach in a place she lived, it wasn’t a vacation – and now… how did the years pass so soon? How abrupt it seems, to be sitting alone on this same beach; her children, not grown, but grown enough to be interested in other activities.
Golf.
Baking.
Television.
Not the beach.
She knows that these next few years will slip by even more quickly and she wants to grasp them and make them her children again; to be together, just her and them, without a friend(s) along to make it bearable more fun.
Not that she minds the friend(s) along.  But sometimes it’s nice when it’s just them again.  Rare, but nice.
Today was one of those rare days.
And she felt happy.  Soaked it in.  Swam with them and watched them play; just the three of them.  They still got game.
Life was good this afternoon.