Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures

Posts tagged “Sarasota

Good Fences Make Good . . .


January 22, 2019

This is the last of the haul that netted the photographs in the previous two posts. The last photograph here is not really a fence but a grate horizontal to the ground. It just seems to fit with the fences. 😉

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


Cross-Gartered Traffic Cones and Friends


January 12, 2019

On the same day I harvested the dumpster photographs for the previous post, I came across a few batches of traffic cones to add to my collection.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


The Dumpsters of Sarasota 23 through 38


January 2, 2019

So many dumpster photographs, so little time. I’d rather not post all 16 of these photographs at once, but I am plagued by a surfeit of riches. The outing that produced these dumpster photographs resulted in many goodies, and I want to get through them all in a reasonable length of time. Feel free to quit looking at any point. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


First Florida Foray of the Season


December 23, 2018

On December 8, shortly after arriving in Sarasota for the winter, I took my first trip to South Lido Park this season. This is perhaps my favorite park in the county, largely because it contains a variety of ecosystems.  The bonus is that it’s only about 15 minutes from home. On my first visit of the season there I always search with apprehension to see if a little stump I’ve named R2D2 is still standing. Every year, I think it has disappeared, only to realize it’s only further down the path. And so it went this year. R2D2 (in the first four photos) seems more colorful than it has been in the past, but that may be my imagination. The fifth photo is probably the first of others you’ll see over the next couple of months showing a dead sabal palm leaf, which I find more graceful in senescence than on the tree. The sixth photograph is another perennial favorite: backlit leaves of the seagrape bush. The last photograph shows my photographing friend Lynda and me.

 

 

 

 

 

 


The One That Got Away


February 5, 2018

Sometimes starfish are stranded on the beach when high tide turns. The one that made this print seems to have had a happier fate.

Update, later in the day: See Jessica Winder’s comment for another opinion.


Love Letters in the Sand


February 4, 2018

My other name is Mom, so I took this sand message personally. (I have such sweet children.) There must be someone else with that name, though, because those who call me Mom were not in South Lido Park—or anywhere near— when I took this photo. If your name is also Mom, maybe this is meant for you.

Update later in the day: This could also be a message signed by Mom and meant for her children. So now let this also be for all moms’ children everywhere. We love you.


Wave Printing


February 3, 2018

When the tide recedes, it does so in little laps of the waves. The action leaves tiny ridges in the sand. I think the pock marks are from burst bubbles of sea foam.


Leaf Litter, Florida Style


February 2, 2018

When northerners think of palm leaves, they think of them green, and on the tree. They don’t imagine them brown, off the tree, and littering roads and beaches. So I’m happy to bring a little reality to northerners’ romantic notions. Actually, if you’ve looked at this blog a while, you know that I may really like brown palm fronds contorted into interesting shapes on the beach.


Ripples and Prints


February 1, 2018

Raccoon prints add interest to the ripples that formed as the tide receded from the beach at South Lido Park.


GBH in SLP


January 31, 2018

If you’re a big fan (as I am) of the works of George Bernard Shaw, you may be disappointed in this post. This is what birders call a GBH: Great Blue Heron. This one was trolling the shallows for fish in South Lido Park.

Update On February 6, on the post titled Sleeping Turtles Preserve North, with Bog Lily, I made a confession that I’m now (February 14) copying here. “I have a strange confession to make concerning the blog post called GBH in SLP. On that post I intimated (because for some reason I have thought of George Bernard Shaw whenever I heard “GBH”) that “GBH” was how people referred to George Bernard Shaw. It isn’t! Obviously (even to me, now), George Bernard Shaw is “GBS”! I’m sorry if I confused any of you in my own confusion. I have no idea how that erroneous thought got lodged in my head. Thank my dear husband for setting me straight.” Arghhh.