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Photogmanship*
You get the shot you were meant to get.
One late November day, in the middle of my latest cross-country road-trip, I was in Rhode Island and on the way to Warwick Point with the intentions of photographing a beautiful sun setting behind the old lighthouse stationed there.
I had just turned onto Warwick Neck Avenue when off to my right I saw a quaint idyllic cove with a cozy little park, sailboats moored just off shore, docks across the way, and calm waters. I made a mental note that this would be a nice place to shoot, time permitting.
My trusty assistant (who just happens to be my older sister — Cyndie) and I continued driving the few miles toward the Warwick Lighthouse; meandering past ritzy, upper middle class, and wealthy old money family homes until we finally reached our destination — only to discover cyclone fences and Department of Homeland Security signs blocking our way.
Of course, my sister, being the daring sibling, tells me to just go ahead and jump the fence.
Uh, no…
I get out of the car and soon realize that from this side of the fence there’s no clear shot of the lighthouse. Okay. Plan B. The idyllic cove.
I look at the sun. Ouch. Life lesson. Never look directly into the sun. Take two. I shade my eyes and again look at the…
