Light Moods

Tybee Island Beach in Savannah, GA

After the Storm Copyright 2010 Cynthia P. Hunter

A recent visit to Tybee Island in Savannah, GA was an awesome treat.  A partly cloudy day overcast with shadows created the perfect setting for creating moody light.  The water was marvelous with temperature of at least 80 degrees.

Typically, a photographer is quite cautious with camera equipment on the beach, especially on windy days.  Additionally, the midday light is not usually preferred.  But on this particular afternoon, there was very little wind or bright  sunlight.  A few miles south the clouds were threatening a storm.

In the distance, one could see the dark blue-grey clouds.  The light had a blueish grey cast. Perfect for creating a moody yet threatening sky.

Most beach goers took the hint and packed up their belongings to head for shelter.   I took the opportunity to capture the dramatic color of light in the clouds and on the water.  The brown pelicans that were previously diving for fish suddenly disappeared,  but to the dismay of my party, I lingered in utter joy as I clicked away.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp bite on my leg and observed an army of ants biting and climbing up my legs.  I danced and hopped along the sand screaming in agony while trying to balance my camera equipment and continuing to shoot the fantastic sky and ocean.  I guess I could say I was in a Light Mood.

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Please Write!

Metal Mailbox in Historic RailRoad Station Museum near Ellis Island, NY Copyright 2010 Cynthia P. Hunter

My Grandmother is 92 years old.  On a recent visit with Grandma, she presented a letter,  written 26 years ago, by me to her and Grand Dad.  The letter was in it’s original envelope  and it had a postmark dated November 1984. The upper left hand corner of the envelope was my resident address during the year of 1984 and her current address.  I was tempted to smell the envelop, but resisted as I couldn’t explain the urge.  As I savored the excitement and anticipation of contents of the letter, I slowly slipped the letter out of the evelop.  The letter was four pages long front and back. The letter was handwritten on lavender colored stationary. Back then, lavender was my favorite color.  I did not detect a fragrance, but the date and penmanship placed me at the exact place and moment of time long ago.

The conversation spoke of the thrill of independence, demands of a career, the challenges of managing life and settling into my new residence in NYC.

In the letter, I expressed thankfulness and humility for my grandparent’s love and care, and a longing to spend the holidays together.  As I read the letter, I couldn’t hold back my emotions as the letter painted a picture of my life 26 years ago.   I could no longer hear my voice reading aloud, as the  rapid  beat of my heart became my voice. I  stopped reading the letter aloud and glanced up at Grandma who was also filled with emotion.  We took a moment to embrace  and compose ourselves without  speaking a word.

Grandma kept and cherished every letter I wrote. She may have read my letters a hundred times over.  After twenty six years, she decided to share it with me.

Grandma does not have a computer and has never emailed anyone.  She patiently awaits my telephone calls as, I have long stopped writing letters.  However, I made a mental note and wrote an electronic “To Do” to start writing my Grandmother again.  Perhaps I will start today.