And then we strolled through the Henry Plant Museum that was all decorated for Christmas. A fellow photographer says that he has been to this event twice before, and it’s never the same thing twice. I would love to come back again next year…
We decorated the tree with decorations that we each have accumulated over the years. A real collaboration. We spent the first Christmases of our lives in the same place, without ever meeting, and then life took us to different places through the years, but now we are spending Christmas in the same place again. But together this time. And I have to say that the Christmas spirit has found me again, and I’m very glad that it’s back.
The Blue Ridge Parkway offers more than just the fabulous scenery at their stops along the way. Sometimes you find a preserved example of an Appalachian Farm to explore. It was nice to get out of the car for more than a minute or two, to walk a little, and to think of what challenges people faced not too long ago, to make a living in this quiet place.
Yes, I already posted photos of flowers from this fun place to visit, but I held off on the cars because I took so many pictures, since there were so many cars, and it all seemed overwhelming to sort through and edit. So I decided to just post the pictures straight out of the phone, period. The easy way out. Since the cars are located in a beautiful Shaker barn, I knew the phone would handle the lower light better than I could with my camera.
Oh, the workmanship. I was alone the last time I was here. I admired the cars but somehow didn’t savor them. This time I slowed down and appreciated the details. Each of the old cars is a thing of beauty. Brass fittings. Wonderful details. The evolution of the windshield. And lastly, a car a friend may may have driven to school our senior year of 1966. Not me though, my family were Chevy people.
Do I have a clue what I’m looking at when I go to a car show? No, not at all. I just know what catches my eye for one reason or another. This was the first little local car show of the year and the organizer was hoping for maybe 10 cars or so. Forty or more showed up and he’s already planning to use the side parking lot for the one next week.
This was a fun event only minutes from home and at fun restaurant where we had dinner. Another nice day here in my adopted home state of New Hampshire.
To say that I was out of my element on Saturday is an understatement. There has long been a weekend ‘cars and coffee’ event offered with my Florida Center for Creative Photography group, but they haven’t always been located at Tampa’s Armature Works, which had recently landed on my radar screen as someplace I might like to go. Located along the Riverwalk, it’s a place I probably would have chosen to visit if I was a tourist here, so I told myself to go, and so I did. But I only know enough about cars to know that if the insignia says Lamborghini, or Ferrari, I ought to be impressed. And those were the cars displayed on the checkered inserts on the lawn, and there was much ‘ooing’ and ‘ahing’ among the crowd. Which I heard over the roaring of the engines as, one by one, these souped up cars made the drive up the road beside the venue, revving their motors to the max while the onlookers watched the parade.
I’m not sure I was enjoying this day at this point. I was sure I was walking past all the truly notable cars and letting the flashier ones catch my attention. And then I saw this…
Imagine for a second that you are living far into the future. And you are an archeologist. And you have unearthed this scene. What conclusions would you draw from the scene before you? What catastrophic event must have occurred to have caused the carnage implied by these images. It must have been tragic…
I will have 8 hours in the car tomorrow to work on pictures. In theory at least. I’ll really have as long as it takes for my laptop battery to leave me. There were six miles of trails lined with scenes like these. I can see why I was told that you can’t see it all in one day. What a fun place to visit.