The Bridle Path where Key Westers used to exercise their horses supposedly, is where I like to exercise my dog when we come to the city to do some pedestrian exploration. Cheyenne likes the wilderness and the chance to find some abandoned trifle of urban refuse in the bushes.I have been here before and shall return with my camera because it is a suggestive view of palms, sand and water on a grossly overbuilt island, but this time, the day being gray and overcast I thought perhaps it might be a chance to play with the camera and it's settings.Robbing a photograph of color these days is tantamount to creating distance form the object pictured. We are so used to the immediacy of color that reducing the image to shades of dark and white makes it look an hundred years old.But if proof were needed that these pictures were taken yesterday, there is Cheyenne, bold as brass and decidedly not much of a day over ten years old.
The same as it ever was, a sandy path, a string of coconut palms and me with a hood over my tripod mounted camera squeezing a bulb and counting out the seconds of the plate's exposure. Not.
I love digital photography.