I took my little electric Jetson scooter on my lunch break and went to make some pictures. Not just any pictures: I was trying to carry our an experiment suggested in a book I was reading.
The idea was to set some limitations and take a series of pictures to illustrate a neighborhood. What strikes me as a bit odd is that I have been doing that for years in Key West and apparently I was ahead of the curve.
So I followed instructions and set myself a square format for the pictures in black and white and limited myself to not using the telephoto lens on my LX100ii. Usually I zoom up to 150mm but here I stuck rigidly to 24 mm, the widest possible angle.
With about 40 minutes at my disposal I scooted up and down some of my favorite streets in Key West which were, in the middle of the day, devoid of humans except for one agitated terrier on a very long leash and a distracted human at the other end of it. I think the dog was surprised to see a circus bear come rolling silently by on a tiny scooter.
The scooter started to run down after a while, I hadn't charged it since my last excursion earlier in the week so I aimed for the police station as the speed slowed down. I found myself walking the last 100 yards which was fine especially as my Apple watch liked the locomotion and gave me an "attaboy."
At this point I was walking the scooter so I stopped to make a picture of the surfboards all up on end. And the apartment complex all up on end against the same dark sky. A commentary on the vapid nature of modern seaside vacations. Or something like that.