I’ve been reading a story in serial form, a new chapter waiting for me online every morning. It’s written by another blogger with a lot more experience (and followers) than me. Which isn’t hard since I’m here in the dark and quiet, in the recliner, with my laptop, and I’m just thinking out loud. Well, accompanied by the sound of the typing, and the clock ticking. That other people may find it and read it is nice, but it’s not the point exactly.
In the serial the main character has come upon an old typewriter and he has discovered that whatever he types on it the night before is the reality that he wakes up to in the morning. What an interesting premise that is. I sit and write at night, what if I could just write my way into whatever fantasy I’ve been thinking about? It boggles the mind a bit, but me being me what comes to mind are my musings about life in an RV. Not unlike this author’s premise, in my fantasy my little trailer is magically parked in a spot with a fabulous view. Something with either a sunrise or sunset right outside the door. And I explore to my heart’s content, taking pictures. Period. I’ve been enjoying this particular daydream for years, without ever trying to imagine how the trailer has gotten to that lovely spot. It’s the imaginary destinations that I crave, not the gritty day-to-day work of getting from point A to point B. Soon I’ll be forced to figure all of that out, daunting as that may be. If only it could be as easy as “If I write it it will come.”
But there are places to go and people to meet. They are really out there, they aren’t just in my head. Like this place, Bass River, which caught my eye as I drove across the bridge. Who could resist that little green tugboat off in the distance? Certainly not me.
The blogger that I’ve been enjoying can be found at beetleypete.com.
I think that the shape standing on the closest rocks might be trash cans. I told myself I’d lop them out of the photo in editing. But when I saw the photos I saw them as a heart shape, and it was Valentines Day after all, so I left it as is. Funny how Mother Nature can perform for you even when you aren’t exactly on top of things. But later on I got my first ever phone call from Cupid, and the day got a little brighter after that.
When 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.
The Spanish moss that you see was a challenge to shoot through. It was hanging from limbs between the owls and where we were standing, and it was blowing back and forth. I had to switch to manual focus because auto focus kept refocusing as the moss came into the viewer. Then someone yelled that she was in flight…
Once she landed all you could see was the baby, sort of…
And we all scrambled across the way, hoping for a better angle.
And oh by the way, I wasn’t far off with my made up owl-ette. Siri says it’s actually owlet. Such a cute face, and quite the wing spread from the glimpse I got of that. I have no idea what I used to think about before I became a bird-brain…