Wow, it’s certainly been a long time since I’ve posted to this blog.  I’ve been so wrapped up in cycling and work that photography had taken a back seat.  Time to get creative again.  And what better place than Nassau, Bahamas!  I was invited to attend a business conference in Atlantis, Paradise Island, in Nassau last month and decided that my camera would make the trip, too.  I was going to have some free time to myself and felt that some photography was in order.

I had two partial days of free time.  The first day, I walked all around the Atlantis property.  Make no mistake, the property is huge.  If all you’re interested in is a cardio workout, why pay $17.50 for a one-day pass to the gym when you can walk to your heart’s content all over the Atlantis property?  You can spend a couple hours walking and still miss some areas.  The second day, I decided to walk off the property, head into town, and get some local food – with camera in tow.

While pouring over the images of both Atlantis and Nassau, I decided that I would focus most of this this post on the Nassau images.  The Atlantis images, for the most part, are too antiseptic, too clean.  I’d rather present real life.

For the technically minded, all of these images were shot with either my 24-105 f/4 L or my 17-40 f/4 L.  I rarely switched lenses.  Whatever was on the camera at the beginning of the day was what was used.


First, the Atlantis images.  This is a nice shot of the Royal Towers in the background and a slow waterfall in the foreground.  This was handheld at 1/8 second.  I wanted to capture some of the water’s movement, but it was running so slowly that it didn’t seem to make that much of a difference.  Oh, well.  You take what you can get.

Not groundbreaking, but I like the angle and the backlit glow.

This was taken from inside one of the aquariums.  Interesting architecture and decor designed to carry on the Atlantis theme.  The skylight was pretty cool.

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Ceiling detail.

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Okay, now for the Nassau pictures.  In order to get from Paradise Island to Nassau, you have to either walk over one of two bridges or take a water taxi for a few dollars.  I opted to walk.  I needed the exercise, plus you never know what you might find when you go walking.  Once on the other side, I decided to hunt around for a place to eat lunch.  On the way in from the airport, the bus driver directed our attention to a group of small restaurants and bars called Fish Fry.  I figured I’d walk down West Bay Street until I found it.

From the top of the bridge, you can see a number of boats tied up.

While on the other side, I found that the city of Nassau is fairly run down and dirty.  The roads are in poor shape and so are quite a number of the buildings.  While looking around the city, it became apparent to me that few Nassau residents would ever be able to stay at Atlantis, where rooms are between $300 and $800+ per night.  Below is my pictorial statement about this, the razor wire separating the people of Nassau from Paradise Island.  (In truth, the razor wire was borrowed from a Nassau parking lot.  There is no fence around the resort.)

Bunny’s Drygoods and Clothing.

Detail of a wrought iron fence.

 

The Hotel Corona.  I believe this establishment has been closed for some time.

 

One of a number of construction sites on West Bay Street.

These are lyrics from the song, “Cry of the Potcake” by Phil Stubbs, but I feel it could apply to people, too

 

Artful graffiti lines West Bay Street.  I wish I could draw this well.

 

Coconuts for sale on Western Esplanade Beach.  This area of the beach was full of kids on Spring Break.  No one was buying coconuts, though.  Maybe when the price drops to $2.00.  Maybe.

 

A sunbather with a view of Hog Island Light, built in 1817.  This is the oldest surviving lighthouse in the West Indies.

 

I finally reach my destination, Fish Fry about 4 miles out.  Some of the buildings could use a little maintenance.

 

Everyone here sells Sky Juice.  Google it. 

 

Goldie’s Conch House.

 

I finally settled on lunch at Twin Brothers.  Steamed chicken, corn on the cob, and rice and red beans.  Great food at a great price served up with some Bob Marley tunes in the air.  I ate on the second floor to catch the breeze and the view.

Like many other cities, Nassau has a growing homeless problem.

 

After finishing lunch, I walked back toward the resort.  I was about to cross the street and walk over the bridge when I noticed a graveyard to my right.  Those of you who know me know that I love graveyards and cemeteries.  Churches and their graveyards are rich with history, love, and remembrance and are special places.   I had the time so I made a detour.

The foundation of St. Matthews Anglican Church was laid in 1800 and the steeple was erected in 1816.  The opening service was held on July 18, 1802.  Below are some images taken from within the graveyard.

 

Frank Glanville Duncome.

Is William perhaps a relative of Frank’s?  Died 1871.

 

 

Peace.

 

 

A shared gravestone that spans over 100 years.

 

Gone, but not forgotten.

 

Detail of a wrought iron gate.

Charles Smith.  Died 1889.

 

 

 

 

An angel watches over the departed.

St. Matthews steeple.

 

Taken from outside the graveyard’s walls.  It is suspected that Brenton Hector Smith was killed by a policeman’s stray bullet.  Almost a year later, the killing is still being investigated.

One last shot walking back over the bridge to Paradise Island.  Tomorrow I head back to Florida.

 

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A few weeks ago, my wife participated in her first half marathon as part of Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team in Training.  Of course, I went along for the ride, camera in tow.  I packed light.  Quite frankly, I didn’t expect to get much in the way of pictures and I was really there to cheer her on.  I was very limited to where I could be on race day – basically two locations and most of that time I was standing in one place hoping to get a glimpse of her.  Even though nothing here is ground breaking, I think I captured a few good images.  Of course, I especially like the two motion blurred images of some of the runners.  From the hits I get on my blog, it seems a great many people are actually interested in impressionistic photography.  I even got a nice mention on Curbly.com.  If you’re into impressionism, that fleeting glance out of the corner of your eye, they can be both rewarding and a challenge.  The one thing I need to mention is to always, always, always make sure your sensor is clean.  If you’re going to stop down your aperture, those dust bunnies will definitely show in your final image and since things are blurred and stretched, they will be a little more difficult to clone out than on a static image.


 First my two favorites, then the rest.

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This one is my absolute favorite from the bunch.  Very dynamic, full of motion, energy, and depth – with a little splash of the Red, White, and Blue.  Go USA!

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While I do like this image, I think it’s flawed by the very static runner on the left.  He does, however, keep the balance a little more dynamic by being in a different form than the rest of the runners.

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The two days before the marathon, there was an expo with plenty of stuff on sale.  Hats, shirts, jewelry…

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… and the ever present GU. 

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Sign at Mile 1 – or Mile 11.  Same location.  The race hasn’t even started yet.

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One of the first participants to go by Mile 1.  This guy was flying!  He must have tremendous upper body strength.

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Good image, but too static.  No energy.  Refer to the first two in the series.

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The race is just now kicking into the gear and street is starting to fill up as more corrals are released.

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A spectator cheers the runners on through his makeshift megaphone. 

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I don’t know if this guy was able to juggle the entire 13.1 miles, but I’m sure he gave it his best shot. 

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Mile 11 and the cups of water are being held out by a string of volunteers.  This is still early on in the race.  By the end, the street is a sea of trampled cups.

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Cups of Cytomax waiting to be handed off to the runners. 

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One of the elite runners from Europe.  It was interesting to see how many participants there were from overseas. 

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Water.  It’s not just for drinking anymore.

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This little guy was sitting on his dad’s shoulders waiting for his mother to pass by so he could cheer her on.

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It was interesting to see how many weird getups runners had on.  Crabs, devils, angels, lobsters, ballerinas – they all passed by me.  This guy in a full Woody costume was the strangest.  I don’t know how he stood the heat in that thing.  I heard that around mile 12, he finally had taken the head off.

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Go Team!

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Last October, my little cousin, Leah, was diagnosed with Leukemia just before her second birthday. In recognition of this, I have decided to participate in the 2009 Intracoastal Waterway Century, cycling 100 miles on October 25, and riding as a member of the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Team and in honor of my cousin.

Participation in the ride is only half the story.  The main goal of the ride and the responsibility of each team member is to raise much needed funds, funds that will ensure that the life saving research goes on, funds that will help find a cure for the more than 823,000 Americans who are, today, battling blood cancers.

Each donation helps to bring us closer to finding a cure. I am hoping that my participation in this event will help to bring hope not only to Leah and her parents, but also for everyone who has been touched by cancer in some way or form.

You can click here or use the below link in to donate online quickly and securely plus learn more about my progress.

http://pages.teamintraining.org/sfl/waterway09/mtritt

On behalf of The Leukemia & Lymphoma Society and on behalf of Leah, I thank you very much for your support and greatly appreciate your generosity.

Please feel free to forward this link to as many people as you can to encourage them to donate as well.

My cousin Leah, age 2.

 

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