The loss of my young friend knocked the wind out of me this morning and it turned into a rather strange day. Jon and I had planned to shoot film on an outing, he with his Pentax and Leica and me with my 1953 Rolleiflex, recently back from its expensive tuneup.
We first stopped at the venerable Rosicrucian Fellowship on Mt. Ecclesia, situated on an old largely forgotten and wondrous knoll in Oceanside. I took an elderly sign painter mentor, Les Gampp here on holidays for some great vegetarian meals in the eighties. Kind of spooky spiritualist. Our grandparents' parents obviously got as weird as we did if not more so.
An old christian mystic community, it has perhaps seen better days but still exudes a potent charm, if approached respectfully. I may have been a trifle boisterous but there were no signs of any offense taken on the very sparsely populated grounds. I don't believed I caused a blip in the healing energy field. Someone would have felt it and certainly let me know.
Then I had some sort of film wind problem. Glad I brought the digital along for backup, although I was limited by having only my one Sigma 10 - 20mm lens.
Its a fun lens for both landscape and portrait so I am pretty happy. But perhaps there was some strange juju circling around me from the occultist retreat.
Beautiful doors on the big chapel.
We decided to split down to the pier. Air out of the balloon with my friend's passing but managed to click a few shots off.
Did somebody tell my wife I was buying a new lens? Nobody likes a stoolie...
|ladies enjoying the afternoon, possibly related to the JW preacher on my other side.|
|Keeping the rhythm|
"I'm here every day. This exact spot. I fish. This is what I do."
|Waukeegan native, retired military - Navy 23 years. Wife still in. Blackhawks final tonight.|