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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!

A Wonderful, Water-Filled Camera Experiment

Does this make you thirsty or just laugh?

When I got out of my Honda Pilot at my #2 son’s recent disc golf tournament at Nottingham Park, one thing immediately caught my attention: A big yellow head spewing water out of its mouth.

The water starts to drop.

I immediately went to investigate and found a cute, little spray park.

Thar she goes!

Where were these marvels at keeping young kids cool, wet, and entertained when my two sons were toddlers?

Looks like fun to run through! (1/320th of a second)

They would have loved playing here. And I would have loved snapping photos of them having wet and wild fun.

The same water spray, different shutter speeds: 1/100th (left) and 1/30th (right)

Instead, I had to settle for “playing” with the water photographically with my Nikon 105mm lens.

As I’ve noted before, moving water gives photographers a great chance to experiment with slow vs. fast shutter speeds to see the different effects. Some point-and-shoot cameras have manual controls, but it helps to have a digital SLR for this exercise.

Water shoots from the ground (f/4, 1/1600th of a second)

Just put your camera on the aperture-preferred setting (check the manual, if necessary). As you open (small number like f/4) and close (bigger number like f/22) the aperture (which determines how much light is let into the camera), the shutter speed is faster (as in the above photo) or slower (as in the one below).

As you go back and forth, you know what could happen?

”Painting” the surging water (f/25, 1/40th of a second)

Your photos might just be mistaken for impressionist paintings!

Water Hijinks

My #2 son’s wet self-portrait, taken in our swimming pool

My #2 son and I got into our backyard swimming pool for the first time this spring last weekend. He carried a big frisbee to play with, while I toted my Olympus Stylus Tough 6000, a sturdy camera that’s not afraid of water. Which comes in handy when you’re in a pool.

The serious underwater side of #2

Both of us had a great time using the Olympus. #2 had several self-absorbed moments when he felt compelled to take his self-portrait underwater (and did a great job!). Then the Mister climbed into the pool, and I took over the point and shoot.

#2 jumps high to snare the frisbee.

As the Mister threw the frisbee high into the air for the leaping #2 , I tried to photographically capture the outcome.

#2 flies through the air with the greatest of ease!

Of course, a point and shoot camera can never stop the action like a digital SLR. But I put the Olympus on its sport setting and worked on my timing, which means snapping the pic well before the action’s peak.

All that triple jump practice comes in handy!

#2 had a blast jumping off the spa and trying to corral the frisbee thrown by his dad before dropping into the pool.

Got air?

And I had just about as much fun capturing all his water hijinks!

Water, Water Everywhere . . . and Plenty to Drink!

Kyle rehydrates on the sidelines.

Kyle rehydrates on the sidelines.

Here in south Texas, we’ve gotten buckets and buckets of rain lately. Even as I type it’s drizzling outside. It’s great for the new front yard landscaping (goodness, not again!), but I’m getting tired of the dreariness.

Evan cools off as he quenches his thirst.

Evan cools off as he quenches his thirst.

All of this water from the sky makes me think about some photos I’ve taken recently. At one of the high school freshmen football games at our school’s practice field, I was intrigued by a water station that was able to give the pause that refreshes to several players at a time.

Otis grabs a drink.

Otis grabs a drink.

I especially like the way the water droplets stand out as they escape into the air.

The water streams out for Ermias.

The water streams out for Ermias.

I almost forgot that there was a football game going on! But that’s pretty typical for me; I tend to get very distracted when I’m taking photos.

Only bottled water is good enough for this pooch!

Only bottled water is good enough for this pooch!

Wonder what this dog would think of that football water station? He might have visions of paradise . . . as long as his master holds the nozzle for him!