It’s no secret that I fell in love in January, no, not with Mr Right, and not, even with the Nikon 70D, I was lusting after, (and whose picture was the wallpaper on my computer at work the day I was fired), but with my Canon EOS 500D. It was, in many ways, an impulse buy and an extravagance, but I haven’t regretted it for one second. Well, only one or two, seconds that is. It’s not that I would swap it for all the tea in China, it’s just that I’d like a nice, wee one to slip into a pocket when dog walking, or going out for dinner. The Canon is almost always with me, but just isn’t practical sometimes……….but far be it from me to whinge, one day it will have a little brother, this I know.
I’ve had a couple of reasons to be happy it was with me this week, outings when I really didn’t expect to use it, but took it anyway, because you never know what will turn up on this remarkable island. I’m sure it’s the same anywhere. Carrying a camera makes you look for photo-ops, and look at things in a different way, makes you more aware of the journey. What you would spot in England or in Tennessee wouldn’t be the same things I spot here, but I guess this is the draw of photography, sharing impressions and how we see them.
The first time was returning from a late afternoon lunch in Adeje. It really had been late, because the sun was about to set, as I drove along, parallel with the coast. To be honest, what I’d expected to use the camera for this day was the shoreline (too bright), the food (forgot because it was so delicious!), or the restaurant (light was all wrong), so none of the shots which had been in my head were in the camera, and I was chastising myself a bit even though the wonderful lunch had left a mellow glow. So I was delighted when I glanced out to sea and saw that we might be due for a really gorgeous sunset, and I looked for somewhere to pull over. Though it was a busy road, basically a motorway access road, which I knew well, the spot I chose wasn’t familiar, but turned out to be a bonus, because not only did I get the snaps in the previous post, but also these (more about where they are another time):
This morning I decided to take myself to the ER after a restless night with the mother of all toothaches. Last night we had heavy rains again, and it didn’t seem like a good idea to drive with combination of extreme pain and washed out roads – good call, because the road up to the medical center had some deep puddles, even at 9.30am. I took the camera because, well, after that kind of rain, and the orange alert we’re under you never know what you might find, plus the center is on a hillside, with always the chance of a good view down to Los Cristianos. It stuck me afterwards just how much I love this camera, because I was in so much pain I couldn’t even eat, and had difficulty downing my very necessary morning coffee. After one of those shots in the bum that seem to go on forever, (but hardly felt a thing …. I am full of praise for the staff in the ER at El Mojon!) and by the time I found a pharmacy open to get my prescriptions filled, I was beginning to chill at last, so when I noticed the surf on the beach at Las Vistas I had to stop.
The novel thing about this site, on an island of surfers, is that this beach doesn’t normally have waves at all. The main surf breaks end on rock or pebble, as you would expect from a volcanic island, so to be able to ride a wave right onto the sand of this man-made beach must have been cool I imagine. I have seen it in this state before, but not too often, so this is kind a historic little collection of snaps here.
The day was warm and very humid, and mist from atop the waves drifted across the beach. Even then there were a few vacationers stretched out on sunbeds, and a goodly crowd watching the surfers.
I was tempted to take a look at the ocean from the El Médano side as I drove home, but the meds were kicking in, and I was beginning to feel a bit drowsy, so I headed straight home, but later, I decided to break one of my own rules and take a camera when walking Trixy. I have to be very careful, she’s a great subject, but not a very patient assistant, so I took the car down to Montaña Pelada to see how that was looking:
Not so much surf here, although there are some guys waiting in the water. Still a bit drowsy, I wasn’t in a mood to clamber down there, so we turned tail, but not before I had chance to catch this incoming plane and its vapor trail. In a blue sky you barely see that, and right now they are approaching from the opposite direction to normal. I’ll know when the weather is on the turn when I begin to hear to roar of takeoff again.
So, when you’re remembering that Life’s a Journey, Not a Destination – remember to take your camera!