Last night I walked around Tuna Harbor Park to play
with the settings on the Rebel T3I camera and see if I can get some nice photos
at night. I have often wondered how the photographers take those shots in the darkness
and come out with a soft glow and reflective water. The artistic mastery of
some of the photographers have always astounded me.
The P mode is the Program mode offers an opportunity
to make those special pictures. It does not allow for the same creative
adjustments you might find in some other modes but appears to adjust
appropriately for aperture and shutter speed. It may be the amateur’s way of
adjusting to the conditions without knowing all of the other camera functions. Take your tripod as keeping the camera absolutely still is necessary in a slower speed to avoid a blurry picture.
The pictures were taken at the bay and Tuna Harbor
Park. The park was built to give honor to the fishing industry of San Diego and
the Navy’s sailors. Located at the end of the pier is the Fish Market, which is
both a restaurant, and fresh fish market. Within that park are four different
types of memorials called the USS
San Diego Memorial, Battle of Leyte Gulf Memorial, Large Sailor Kissing Nurse
Statue and National Salute to Bob Hope and the Military.
To the south
side are the fisherman’s docks. Even at 6pm, you will find some of the
fisherman with their rubber boots making their way off of the ships and into
their cars. The industry has been stung in recent decades by international
competition and depleted fish supplies but it is hoped that they will someday
make their way back into the national market. If you are looking for more
information on the Fish Market you may click here.
As I stood off the pier, I thought about the history
of San Diego reaching back to the Spanish and all the things the generations
left at the bottom of the Sea. Most of it is probably junk but there may be
things like rings, tools, and other clues to lives long past. Maybe a Spanish
shield or cannon ball is buried among the weeds. Perhaps some natives may have
left a spear or something they used for fishing.
Treasures of a Night’s Sea
Bays
of salty air fresh,
Rippling
water on the shore it mesh.
The
Sea is a world unknown,
Containing
gems long thrown.
Bottles
and plastic is most of what it keep,
Among
them the fish do play and sleep.
Most
of it is useless junk,
Perhaps
a treasure trunk.
On
the bottom of the sea’s straight,
An
entire century’s fate.
