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Safety Harbor sunrise…

The trouble with going out for a photo shoot with very talented photographers is that you capture the same scenes, but their photos look entirely different from mine.  Camera?  Settings?  Post processing?  All of the above is most likely the answer.  You can’t fault the sunrise itself, it was fantastic.  And Safety Harbor itself gives you an endless view.  And the company was nice also…8-2boat38-2boatHDR28-2buildingsHDR8-2bushHDR8-2lightsHDR8-2pier28-2pierHDR

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One day later…

It doesn’t seem logical, at least not to me.  One day after the sunrise that wasn’t impressive, but the reflected sky was lovely, we had the opposite situation.  From the second I got to Aripeka the sunrise was awash in color.  And if that was so colorful then I might have expected some spectacular reflections also, but that wasn’t the case until the last minutes I was there.  Each day we are treated to something different, and each afternoon we seem to have a thunderstorm or two, which has been keeping me home for the rest of the day.  Not a treat exactly, but with the rain comes the nice green grass… that grows way too fast.8-1reflectHDR8-1dramaticsunriseHDR8-1dramaticreflectHDR

I’m still struggling with the HDR photography.  These three photos are HDR photos created in Lightroom, but the featured image is my HDR photo taken into EasyHDR and letting the program do it’s thing.  One ‘expert’ likes the HDR images to still look natural, but I also like the over the top images I that see online.  My mind is boggled…

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Next stop…

Next stop on the bucket list for my Home-Sweet-Home tour took me to New Hampshire.  To my oldest, dearest, bestest, friend in the entire world.  We met as little kids and have been living parallel lives all through the years, though, sadly, never in the same state.  New Hampshire means critters, lakes, and far off hills, or maybe they are the mountains that my ‘mountain man’ friend spent his life hiking and camping on.  Backpacking, is how he did it.  Now that I have camped in a camper I’ve been told that I can claim to be a camper!  Works for me…7-2chipmunk7-2finch7-2lakeside17-2lakeside27-2lakeside37-2pleasantlake7-2takeaseat7-2church7-2stream7-2weeds

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Happily ever after…

I have a friend who has lots to say on the subject of UFOs and aliens.  He asked if I believed in them, and while I couldn’t say that I do think they are ‘real’, I certainly wouldn’t stake my life on them not being real.  They are among the many things that I haven’t given a lot of thought to, or any thought to at all.  Even after he brought it up I spent no time pondering the possibilities.  

But I have moved on from the person I’ve been since Charley died, the one who was home every night, happily I might add, feeling snug, and safe, and proud of herself for making it through another day.  No, I’ve turned into a person who is looking at the world a little differently, able to admit that maybe there could be more to life, but not willing to bet any money that anything will change.  It’s made me see things differently.  And finding yourself single as you hang onto the last vestiges of your 60s is a lot like you have been dropped here from a UFO and are expected to make heads or tails out of this society.  One which bears no resemblance to what the world was like the last time I was single.  To me the ‘rules’ of behavior are still the same rules that I grew up with all those years ago.  But if TV is to be believed it’s a whole new world out there and I am totally not ready for it.  I don’t know the rules, or maybe the biggest rule is that there aren’t any rules.  I am as unprepared for a social life now that I’m old as I was when I was 18. 

I was looking for something to watch on Netflix, and saw a show called “Love”, and thought it would be harmless, kind of like the Hallmark Channel, or the easy listening channel on the radio.  Boy, was I wrong.  But I was looking at Netflix because I’m tired of the Hallmark Channel and it’s sappy, happily-ever-after stories.  That’s not real life.  But this is real life, and maybe I’m already living the only happily ever after that I’m going to get.  Would that be so bad?  No, not really…

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Hit the road…

So a road trip was in order.  Why not, what was stopping me?  Well, there was the credit card that was coming in the mail since my post-church stop for gas resulted in my credit card being hacked.  How’s that for karma?  The bank shut my account down within a day, and it’s all ‘fixed’, but without even a hint of an attempt to discover who, or how, it happened.  Never pay at the pump was the take away from that conversation, walk into the station and pay, preferably using the chip.  Or cash.  I never have cash, and that would solve the gas station problem, but somehow cash seems less safe to carry around.  Did having a husband make these sorts of issues less of a threat?  Not really, but there was the illusion of being somehow protected.  Is it any wonder why I never ponder the larger issues of life when these every day issues can blow my mind?  Send me back under the covers to wait for something to change?   

And which road, for the road trip I mean?  Did you ever read ‘Blue Highways’, by William Least Heat Moon?  Wonderful book that instilled a wanderlust in me that’s been sitting on the back burner for years now.  Should I get on 95 and drive north at 70 mph, stopping only for the bare necessities?  Or should I travel the ‘blue highways’ on the map, stopping for photo ops, talking with strangers, hearing their stories?  I’m an excellent practitioner of the ‘rosy-glasses’ philosophy of life.  I have never been any good at anticipating the not-so-perfect consequences of any choice I’ve ever made.  So with that as my history I suppose it’s hopeless to expect myself to change at this late date.  And honestly, do I have many regrets over the choices I’ve made in my life?  No, things have turned out well enough for me, in spite of myself…6-12bluehighway