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Rough Seas

Going to the beach on nice calm sunny days is nice.  Going after a storm is just as plain exhilarating.  Last month after a particularly crisp blow around here we went down to Pass-A-Grille which is at the southernmost tip of the protusion some call home.  




Look clear down at the bottom and you'll see Cabbage Key.  Pass-A-Grille is right above.



Going early before the shell poachers is a requisite.  Churning seas often brings interesting sea shells onto he beach.  This first picture is not at night.  Frankly i have no idea, other than to say the camera was on Auto and the sensor focused on the foreground, thus blackening out everything else. 

It is a fail, but an interesting one.  










The rest of the pictures were better and I did some tweaking here and there, thus the differences.  Experimentation is fun but confusing.  How do you know what is the best setting until you actually get home?  Anyway, as the time went on I noticed that the pictures became fuzzier.  What was happening was the wind was blowing junk onto the lens.  Thank heavens, because I thought I was going blind. 

I'm going to sift through the rest and if I come up with any others I'll post them, but again, with the blurriness it was kind of a wasted shooting opportunity.  

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