This morning wound up being a not-so-good time for photographs during my walk at the lake.  With an overcast sky full of thick gray clouds, and with having gone early in the morning, I simply didn’t have sufficient light with which to work.  That doesn’t mean I didn’t capture anything at all.  On the contrary, I do have some things to share with you.  It’s just that, out of all the pictures I took, only a quarter of them held any promise at all—and even those aren’t terribly impressive.

But I’ll still show you those which are at least somewhat presentable and interesting.

Mind you, I glanced through the collection of images I’ve collected over the years and have still not posted, and I wondered how in the world I’d ever share them all with you.  There are almost 1,500 of them, and that doesn’t include a bunch of the old scanned pictures that I’ve still not put online.

In due course and time, I suppose, I’ll upload the ones that most capture my imagination and interest.  Somehow I doubt you’ll ever see them all, though, and that is, for you anyway, either really unfortunate or very lucky.  We may never know which. . .

But back to this morning’s walk.

I didn’t realize today was the ninth annual White Rock ‘n’ Roll race.  What a mess!

Most of the area was cordoned off by police, live bands placed throughout the park joined together to create a raucous disaster of overlapping songs, a veritable throng of humans created an auditory blanket of senseless gibbering, announcers called their empty-headed blathering into the air as though anyone cared, and far too many humans created an environment where the local wildlife was simply overwhelmed and too frightened to be welcoming of me and my camera.  To them, I was just one more lumbering ape invading their territory and causing unnecessary interruptions in their morning routines.

I tried to avoid the writhing mass of humanity.  That proved impossible.  I found most corners of the lake to be overrun with joggers and runners and walkers and bikers and police cars and all the other junk that comes with such events.

Eventually I left, a disappointed man feeling unrewarded by two hours of roaming.  Perhaps, weather permitting, I’ll give it another try tomorrow morning.