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Groovin’

Sunny ripples

Sunny ripples

One of the lakes in our master-planned community has a water feature that causes waves . . . in a good way.

Could this be a 33 and a third or a 45?

Looks like an LP

When I pass by it during my morning jogs or walks, those circular swirls always make me think of a record. Of course, I’m dating myself with that word, seeing as how vinyl has become passé and obsolete. But it was a big part of my teen years in the mid-1960s, as I wore out the needle on my suitcase turntable.

Round and around and around they go.

Round and around and around they go.

Naturally, the song from my past that readily comes to mind is “Groovin’’ by the Young Rascals (1967).

Maybe I need to check out the lake on a Sunday afternoon!

But the Water Doesn’t Look Deep Purple

Steam rises in the cold air from our swimming pool.

Steam rises in the cold air from our swimming pool.

Check out this smoke on the water!

The sun intensifies the effect.

The sun aids the effect.

I know what song is stuck in the heads of those of you of a certain age.

You’re welcome!

Lovely Scenery . . . for Photos, Not Disc Golf

The Mister sends his upshot away from the lake.

The Mister sends his upshot away from the lake.

My father always would remind me to watch my backgrounds. It’s a basic photography rule of thumb to make sure that you don’t have branches going in and out of ears or posts growing out of heads. (Back when he was tutoring me in my youth, Photoshop didn’t exist. Heck, personal computers were a faraway fantasy!)

Billy hopes his putt goes in.

Billy hopes his putt goes in.

Looking at some of the pics I snapped last Saturday at the First Colony Aquatic Center Disc Golf Course Grand Re-Opening Mini (man, is that a mouthful!), one thing really stood out: The background. As in the scenic, 23-acre lake that edges the course.

Michael was glad his upshot stopped short of the lake.

Michael was glad his upshot stopped short of the watery grave.

Disc golfers, of course, hate the water. And this particular lake is home to a multitude of plastic, including plenty deposited by and never to be returned to the Mister and our younger son. It seems like its appetite is never appeased, unfortunately.

Chuck butterflies in his disc.

Chuck butterflies in his disc.

But as a photographer, I love the setting that all that grayish-blue provides. It can really make the discs and the players stand out. I was shooting with my Nikon 1 V1 for a change, and the little, mirrorless camera did a great job documenting the action.

Ryan looks more like a ballet dancer than a disc golfer.

Ryan looks more like a ballet dancer than a disc golfer.

I just made sure that I stayed away from anyone whose disc was sailing into that lovely liquid!

Doing the Wave

Not exactly crashing to the shore, but it will do.

Not exactly crashing to the shore, but it will do.

Last Tuesday was a very windy day in the Houston area. As I was walking past a lake in our neighboring master-planned community, watching the water’s constant waves made me think of home: Chicago.

When I was growing up with my three siblings and parents, we lived about as far north in Chicago as you could without being in Evanston. Our apartment building was close to Lake Michigan, so we spent a lot of time either swimming in the water in the summer or walking on the beach in the other seasons.

Sidebar: Yes, Chicago has four seasons. Unlike Houston where it’s either too-darned hot half the time and usually pleasant the other half.

I can go back in my mind’s eye and see the wind whipping up white caps on the lake in the winter. Just like what I photographed (with my Nikon 1 V1) earlier this week.

Well, thankfully, without the snow. And the ice!

One-Word Wednesday

Water spouts make interesting shapes at Sam Houston State. (iPhone 5)

My iPhone 5 catches the water making interesting shapes at Sam Houston State.

Spouts!

One-Word Wednesday

Water from the sprinkler beads up on one of our roses.

Droplets!

Spoutin’ Off

Playing with the cold water filling the pool is fun.

My younger son made a startling discovery last week: The spout that adds water to our swimming pool is an amusing toy!

Hand up!

I’m glad, because I’m all about cheap fun.

Chest bumping the water

The two of us were enjoying some quality pool time together . . . well, us and the Olympus Stylus Tough waterproof camera. Water + good Nikon = sad photographer.

The kid and the spout were the stars of this unique water show. A jolly time was had by all!

My younger son enjoys the spray, while the Mister reads on the back patio.

Not that everyone actually noticed what was going on!