My love of photography is a passion I have had since I was a child. I am not a portrait photographer, but love to capture people during moments of quietude, that illuminate their passions.
I was looking out the window of the Monterey Bay Aquarium, in Monterey CA, last November, and saw this woman photographing the scene in front of her. I just had to capture her photographing the black commorants and the seals on the rocks.
I am finding that I need a sense of calm in my life, lately. Issues have been clouding my tranquility, so I have taken to posting some photographs that bring some serenity, while looking at them.
It’s an unstable world out there, in many aspects. The rantings, ravings, and violence from just about every corner of the world are filled with hatred, prejudice, fear, destruction, horrific scenes, and human inequality and degradation. It isn’t isolated to one country, but basically a worldwide disorder. Chaos, tragedy and sadness fill the planet.
I must remember to meditate this afternoon…breathe…inhale…exhale…listen to the silence… It helps, a little, in the daily scheme of things.
I like to fish. Fishing is always a way of relaxing.
Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after.
-Henry David Thoreau
The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.
The photographs above were taken by me last week. I have no idea who the man is, but liked the perspectives of him fishing.
The photo above was captured while driving on the Pacific Coast Highway, just south of Carmel, CA. The morning mist surrounded the trees.
I have finished reading:
Panic in a Suitcase, by Yelena Akhtiorskaya
The Museum of Extraordinary Things, by Alice Hoffman
Love and Treasure, by Ayelet Waldman
I have a couple of e-books checked out from the local library written by Stefan Zweig to read. I need to download a few more in preparation for my four-day trip up north to visit my brother at the end of the month.
Many drops make a bucket, many buckets make a pond, many ponds make a lake, and many lakes make an ocean.
While walking at the lake, yesterday, I saw a man in a red kayak, gliding across the water. For some reason, I began to wonder if there were any Jews who were well-known in the kayaking world.
I know my father would often go kayaking at Prospect Lake in Brooklyn or Central Park in New York City. But, he wasn’t a famous individual. Famous to me, YES, to the world of kayaking, NO.
I came home and did a search for “Jews and kayaking”. The Jewish Virtual Library lists four men who have earned world recognition for their efforts in the sport. Their biographies regarding kayaking include the Olympics and other world kayaking events, that put them at the top of the field.
This article caught my eye: Immanuel Braverman, a Holocaust survivor, also kayaked white-waters.
Did you know that about 8,000 Jews were smuggled out of Denmark, and many were on kayaks.
Please excuse the graininess of the photos. I had to zoom my lens in quite a bit in order to get the captures.