nature, photography, sunrise, perseverance, live and learn, moments, 'scene' along the way, road trip

Sagamore Bridge sunrise…

I talked myself out of going out for the sunset the other night.  Blame it on the brand new pedicure and my reluctance to stick my newly polished toenails into my fuzzy slippers.  Or socks.  After all, it was twice as expensive as what I pay in Florida, so I stuck with flip flops that afternoon.  But after seeing how colorful the sunset turned out to be I regretted my decision.  Which is what got me out the next morning.  I decided to try a Sagamore Bridge sunrise.  There are lots of options for photos on Cape Cod, my only problems is that I’ve always thought that anything you want to do on the Cape is only a 10 minute drive away.  I’ve had to rethink that…01-16-19sagamoresunrise01-16-19sagamoresunrise201-16-19sagamoresunrise301-16-19sagamoresunrise4

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Along the way…

Take it from me, you probably don’t want to go on a Sunday drive with me.  Even on a Monday.  Or not if you have an agenda of your own.  Because if I have my cameras with me I’m going to find something to photograph.  It might be a charming town square with a very New England sounding name.  And a cemetery that could have kept me busy for a long while, or until I couldn’t take the cold any more.  Or the shortest, fattest cows you’ve ever seen might catch your eye when you pass by a pretty little farm.  On a nicer day my friend might have gotten out and enjoyed the scenery instead of sitting in the car enjoying the heat.  I hope there will be many more Sunday drives on pretty days, and warmer weather, and even on Mondays.1-15-19barn1-15-19steer11-15-19church11-15-19freeschool1-15-19titicut1-15-19cemetary

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Stops along the way…

There is no problem with parking at Craigville Beach.  At least not in the winter.  And to have waves breaking along the shoreline is a treat to the eyes for me.  It was very cold and windy, which may have had an influence on the waves, but I appreciated the chance to stop for a few pictures even if I was freezing.

On the way home I spotted a pretty church, I may have to do a whole day of finding churches one of these days.  And my sister pointed out a very cute candy store, an apparent landmark on the Cape.  So we stopped for photos again but didn’t go in.  It’s exactly the kind of place that I would have happily stopped and bought Charley some licorice not all that long ago.  But it some ways it seems lot longer…

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A new day…

Here we are with the first day of a new year stretching out ahead of us.  None of us knows what the year will bring, maybe good and maybe bad.  But the greatest joy of this year, and this particular time of my life, is that I don’t need to know what’s ahead.  And I don’t need a plan.  I’m willing to let each day dawn like a gift, and see what the year brings.  It’s a little scary, I’ll admit it, but it’s even more exciting.  Happy New Year!

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Dilly dilly…

I took myself out for a quesadilla burger last night.  I’d been thinking about them for a week or two, and since burgers are the Monday special at Appleby’s, and I had stayed home and cleaned the house most of the day, and all the pots, pans, dishes, and silverware are at the mobile, it seemed like the thing to do.

The parking lot was quite full, so I hoped there would be a seat available at the bar, and there was.  It was empty actually, I was surprised.  And as I sat there enjoying my burger a mother and daughter came in and sat a little bit away from me at the bar.  I couldn’t help but hear their conversation and it became obvious that the daughter was there to support the mother who had just lost her husband.  It was a brand new situation for them, should she ‘have something’ here, or was it okay to just do it ‘back home’ was a topic.  The Mom and Dad had apparently frequented Appleby’s.  Mom said that if her Michael had seen that they had ordered breadsticks with Alfredo sauce he’d have shaken his head.  She told the bartender that she didn’t know if she could bring herself to come there without him, but she decided that she could do it while her daughter was with her this first time.  I related to them so much, to the two or three days that my son stayed with me in the aftermath of Charley’s death, until I kicked him out, sort of.  I felt connected to them, though they had no clue and we hadn’t spoken a word to each other.

And then it was time to leave.  I had switched to a bigger purse because I’m carrying more with me back and forth, and I love that purse but I can never find anything in it. Like my wallet, but it simply wasn’t there.  This had never happened to me before and I wondered why I wasn’t in a total panic, but I wasn’t, and I quietly (I thought) told the young gal who was bartending that I was embarrassed, and asked if I could give her a check.  She said no, it’s fine, just stop by another time and take care of it.  As I asked for the check I heard the mother say, “We’ll take care of it.”  I looked over and she was in tears.  She thanked me.  She said that her husband would have loved this, it was perfect, it was just the thing he loved to do.  And while this wasn’t my finest moment I felt so calm as I saw what this moment was for her.  I thanked them, hugged them, and told them that my son and I had spent this same time together four years ago.  And Mom thanked me again, said her husband would be so pleased with this, and asked that the next time I go out and have a drink, to please raise my glass to Michael and say, “Dilly dilly.”  And I will…

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The interloper…

I heard the ping as a text came in, and discovered that there was a soft-shell turtle in my neighbor’s pool.  So of course I grabbled my camera and headed out the back door.  When my neighbor heard my screen door slam she called for me to help her.  But it was more fun to take pictures.11-26interloper111-26interloperfeature1

He was a speedy little thing.  Catching him looked easy, so Sue’s husband took over and he also found out that it wasn’t as easy as it looked. But he was caught eventually.  I just hope Sue doesn’t have to try to catch anything smaller than him with that net.11-26interloper2These are snapping turtles, see how he has the net?  I’m sure he’d love to chomp on Sue’s finger too.

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11-26interloper4She told me to get ready, that he’d make a bee line for the lake, but that didn’t happen.  It took persuasion to send him on his way.  And one last photo of Wilbur, in case you were wondering how he’s been doing.  Of course things are usually a lot less exciting, but I have loved living next door, having a front row seat so to speak.  Lots of fun without the responsibility.  Sue doesn’t acquire her menagerie, often they are deposited at the doorstep by her daughter, but sometimes they just wander in on their own.  She says I’ll miss all the lakeside drama, and she is right…11-26Wilbur