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Back to the bridges…

It wasn’t the first time I’d been out taking pictures and decided that the moment had passed and  headed to the car, only to turn around and rush back for one last photo.  That’s what this featured image is, a last shot with the iPhone because the color in the sky seemed to be coming back up after the heavy gray clouds had all but eaten up the view of the bridge.  And I hadn’t noticed the light on the railroad tracks until then either.  It was worth emphasizing the railroad aspect of this scene, after all, in order to find this spot again I asked Siri to direct me to the ‘old railroad bridge’.  I was rushing to get there in time for the sunset, and rushing to start shooting, and I thought that those gray clouds were why the railroad bridge wasn’t showing up as much as I wanted it to.  And then I saw it, that the bridge was down.   Once I saw that I got excited to think that the train would be coming over any second, but I was too late for that.  As I watched from a distance I saw the bridge rising.  The last time I was there a passer-by told me that a shot of the train coming through the trees towards you with it’s lights on was a great shot.  Another reason to try again…02-12-19bridgedown02-12-19bridgedown202-12-19bridgedown4

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Home again…

When I have a reason to visit my hometown I always make sure to have my camera with me because I just can’t resist a drive through D. W. Fields Park.  The scenery is beautiful in every season, and I know I can count on seeing swans at the very least.  And yesterday I did.  The swan in the photo above spent more time in this upside down position than upright.  They are always so graceful, well, except for this one.

02-11-19swan102-11-19fieldspark602-11-19swan2When I got out of the car with the tripod I attracted a crowd of birds.  I suspect that people ignore the ‘do not feed the wildlife’ signs since the Canada geese formed a welcoming committee of sorts, and the gulls took to swarming in the air.  They quickly realized I I wasn’t going to feed them and did an about face.  I hated to disappoint them, but they certainly didn’t disappoint me.02-11-19fieldspark502-11-19fieldspark402-11-19fieldspark2

I rode my bike through this enormous park when I was a kid. Generations of families brought their kids here to feed the ducks.  Before it was illegal of course.   And it looks the same now as it did then no wonder I feel the need to return.02-11-19fieldspark302-11-19fieldspark

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Sunset Hill…

The local photographers here on Cape Cod gave me a heads up on Sunset Hill.  You’d think that if you did a Google search for sunrise and sunset photo locations, and there was a place nearby called Sunset Hill, that it might have popped up as an option.  I have raved about how friendly the photographers in FL are, and apparently they are just the same here.  I was an hour early for the sunset, and there was a wind advisory in effect, and they weren’t kidding.  I could barely hold the camera steady in the wind, so I wimped out and figured I’d come back another day.  Hope I don’t have to wait too long for a nicer day.  Just when I think I’ve toughened up a bit, tolerating the cold a little better, Mother Nature tosses me a curve ball.  It’s been a long time since I felt as if I was hiding out at home and waiting for Spring…

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Powder Point Bridge…

A 60 degree day was  all it took to get me out to the Powder Point Bridge in Duxbury, MA for what must have been the first time ever.  I had an image in my mind of a quaint little bridge, but the reality was that it was very long, weather worn, and built for utility.  There was a place to park, I was happy about that so that I could take pictures.  I expected the bridge would be the main event, but I was immediately distracted by the little lighthouse I could see way off in the distance.  The Gurnet Light I heard later.  I hadn’t used my 600mm lens in a very long time and this was my opportunity.  With the extender on the camera it was too much for me to focus sharply, and those photos turned out blurry.  I was going to have to get closer.  I saw that cars were traveling over the bridge, and even more exciting was that I could see them then taking a right and heading toward that lighthouse.  The speed limit on the bridge was 10 MPH, and on the dirt road heading toward the lighthouse it was 15 MPH, so there was a lot of time to appreciate the view that kept changing as I drove.  The ice that remained along the shore was melting and looked white and snowy.  And the signage was interesting, advising you of the dos and don’ts of watching the Snowy Owls that visit in the winter.  I wonder if they were there but nicely camouflaged.  I’m in hopes of finding Snowy Owls to photograph while I’m here this winter.  That would be the icing on the cake.02-06-19 Powderpointbridge102-06-191stphoto02-06-19bird02-06-19lighthouseview202-06-19lighthouseview302-06-19lighthouseview02-06-19closestlighthouseview

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It comes naturally…

I’m talking about the color in these photos.  The temps in the 50s, be still my heart, and the beautiful blue skies were what got me out for photos yesterday.  I didn’t realize that the water would be even more blue, and that it would look almost unnatural, it was that intense.  When I left the house I had a plan, but first I asked Siri to direct me to the nearest gas station before my day took a wrong turn altogether.  I was annoyed that she had me backtracking, I’m pretty sure that the gas station I intended to go to was only a smidge further than where she took me.  And the gas would have been a lot cheaper where I had intended to go, but I digress.  Her route took me to 6A, and I passed a sign directing me left for the Sandwich Marina, and there went my plan for the day.  Photography is fun in a group, but really, for me it’s  mostly a solitary pursuit, and that makes me happy when I fail to stick to a plan.  No messing up someone else’s plan.  For the most part I kind of like the no witnesses thing…02-04-19boats02-04-19coastguard02-04-19noboats02-04-19sagamore02-04-19sagamorecloseIt took a while for me to realize that there weren’t going to be a lot of boats around in the winter, so boats bobbing in the harbor wasn’t going to happen.  But there were a few at the Sandwich Marina.  And a Coast Guard boat sounded a horn before zooming out into the canal to do something important I’m sure.  But I just couldn’t get over the intensity of the blue color of the water.  And just one day later everything was a gray as it could be with the clouds and the fog.  I should be happy, it’s always new and different photo ops to get you out there day after day.

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Wayside…

My navigator was using a Massachusetts topographical map to plot a route through the countryside.  Not to hike, thankfully, since it was incredibly cold, but to drive.  It was sunny, and the sky was lovely and blue.  That a photo op might present itself was always a possibility.  My friend worked construction, and from time to time he’d point out an area where he’d worked on a lot of houses, and it seemed that those newer houses in that area had the suburban neighborhood look that I’ve commonly seen, and lived in actually, all over the country.  Those aren’t what appeals to me or what I picture when I think of New England.  I like the random neighborhoods where the houses look very different from each other, random like the stone walls that look as if they weren’t built but that they just appeared along side the road.  He remarked more than once about how built up the countryside has become.  Progress I suppose, people do have to live somewhere.  But I’m happier to drive through the old neighborhoods that look exactly as they did when I grew up here.  And to stop, as we did, for me to take advantage of scenery that I couldn’t resist.  Maybe it’s just this time of life.  I once read that no one thinks harder than a 2-year-old does, because they are constantly confronted with new things that they have to fit into their understanding of their world.  Maybe being retired and having time to think about all the places and experiences of a lifetime is pretty much the same thing.  Just trying to make it all make sense… 02-01-19wayside102-01-19wayside202-01-19wayside3