I am an amateur photographer, and The Palms pulled me in. At dawn I roamed the park grounds, capturing shafts of golden light through palm fronds, dew on grass, neighboring RVs silhouetted. I carried tripod and camera, framing reflections in puddles, sea birds against pink sky.
After sunrise, I packed up and hit the beach for more shots — seashell closeups, waves in slow motion, fishing boats on horizon. I returned to The Palms, downloaded images, edited under shade. I posted a few in a group gallery in the clubhouse, and fellow campers admired.
While hunger called, I made seafood pasta with garlic white sauce (shrimp, scallops, linguine, butter, garlic, cream, parsley). I set a table outside, played ambient guitar, watched twilight deepen. That day felt like two lives — behind the lens, then savoring the moment.