The View From Up Here
After teaching French on Monday, and having some lunch at home, I decided to go to Port Stanley to get some local shots for some new cards. Shortly after arriving, I ran into an old friend, director of many plays I've been in. (He's rewriting a play of his that I've done on three or four occasions, each time with a major rewrite.) We met on the lift bridge, and then I continued my way toward main street. While shooting down below the control tower, I heard a voice call out, asking if I wanted to come up to the top of the tower to see the view, and get some shots. The old me woulda said, "No thanks." I'm very shy, and introverted. But the present me said, "Sure", and he let me in and I followed him up the stairs to the control tower. I'd been up before, but it was years ago, under similar circumstances. I founds out lots of things about the bridge I never knew, and even got an invitation to crawl underneath sometime, and check it out. Ummmnnhh... had to pass on that one. Too claustrophobic. I also found out that he and his wife have only been in the country for two years, though he had dual citizenship. His father, and four siblings lived in Canada, but, he had been reared by his mom in North Yorkshire. After 20+ years in the Royal Navy, and his mom passing away in Greece, he decided to immigrate to Canada with his wife. We had a long chat, and I took a bunch of shots through the windows. This was one of them. The sky was crazy on Monday, changing constantly. I'll be posting some other shots. The weather was warm, but, very windy, with very low humidity. The large yellow building is actually apartments, not an Inn, as I have previously reported. Dave did tell me that the fishing boats had not gone out on Monday, for whatever reason.
The View From Up Here
After teaching French on Monday, and having some lunch at home, I decided to go to Port Stanley to get some local shots for some new cards. Shortly after arriving, I ran into an old friend, director of many plays I've been in. (He's rewriting a play of his that I've done on three or four occasions, each time with a major rewrite.) We met on the lift bridge, and then I continued my way toward main street. While shooting down below the control tower, I heard a voice call out, asking if I wanted to come up to the top of the tower to see the view, and get some shots. The old me woulda said, "No thanks." I'm very shy, and introverted. But the present me said, "Sure", and he let me in and I followed him up the stairs to the control tower. I'd been up before, but it was years ago, under similar circumstances. I founds out lots of things about the bridge I never knew, and even got an invitation to crawl underneath sometime, and check it out. Ummmnnhh... had to pass on that one. Too claustrophobic. I also found out that he and his wife have only been in the country for two years, though he had dual citizenship. His father, and four siblings lived in Canada, but, he had been reared by his mom in North Yorkshire. After 20+ years in the Royal Navy, and his mom passing away in Greece, he decided to immigrate to Canada with his wife. We had a long chat, and I took a bunch of shots through the windows. This was one of them. The sky was crazy on Monday, changing constantly. I'll be posting some other shots. The weather was warm, but, very windy, with very low humidity. The large yellow building is actually apartments, not an Inn, as I have previously reported. Dave did tell me that the fishing boats had not gone out on Monday, for whatever reason.