Retired
This one floated up from the depths of my archives the other day. I shot it some 40 years ago with a trusty Nikon on Kodachrome 25. The blue tint came from changing the White Balance over to tungsten.
That's Memorial Bridge in the background over which I and thousands of other commuters rushed daily in our morning commutes from Virginia into D.C. I noted this fellow weeks before getting the shot. He was out there every morning and from his age I suspected he was celebrating his good retired life, thankful that he had escaped the rat race. I can imagine he got a chuckle out of watching us rats race across his bridge.
Lyrics from Gordon Bok's "Hills of Isle au Haut" echo the theme of this shot:
"Away and to the westward
Is the place a man should go,
Where the fishing's always easy
And there ain't no ice or snow.
I'll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together,
Bide away my days
On the hills of Isle au Haut."
Retired
This one floated up from the depths of my archives the other day. I shot it some 40 years ago with a trusty Nikon on Kodachrome 25. The blue tint came from changing the White Balance over to tungsten.
That's Memorial Bridge in the background over which I and thousands of other commuters rushed daily in our morning commutes from Virginia into D.C. I noted this fellow weeks before getting the shot. He was out there every morning and from his age I suspected he was celebrating his good retired life, thankful that he had escaped the rat race. I can imagine he got a chuckle out of watching us rats race across his bridge.
Lyrics from Gordon Bok's "Hills of Isle au Haut" echo the theme of this shot:
"Away and to the westward
Is the place a man should go,
Where the fishing's always easy
And there ain't no ice or snow.
I'll haul down the sail
Where the bays run together,
Bide away my days
On the hills of Isle au Haut."