Far be it for me to argue with a life-long hiker/backpacker guy, but we had a disagreement on which way was east and which way was west. The only color in the sky at sunset seemed to me to be in the east, which he insisted was the west. I will always doubt myself, especially when it comes to talking with someone who did all that camping and always found his way back to the car. Eventually. But last night the controversy was decided. The sun sets in the south! And I can prove it!
We took a little drive to Lake Winnipesaukee yesterday, and because I had to look up how to spell that I now know that it’s 21 miles long and varies from one to 9 miles wide. We parked at the town pier in Meredith and were soon clicking away. It was a gorgeous day, and fun, after we recovered from our initial trauma. A hotel with gorgeous flowers had caught out eye first, and there were swans in the water there also. So we walked that way, dodging a gauntlet of Canada geese, and as we got closer I saw that one of the swans was caught on fishing line, a common problem for the birds in Florida, and I was getting upset. I was wondering who to inform about this while my friend walked closer to the second swan, and then informed me that they were not real swans. Nope, fake swans and the fishing line was actually anchoring them down. Kathy was hoping I wouldn’t mention this, but how could I resist? Maybe her daughters won’t read this…
It promised to be a fun afternoon…
Obviously I had a million pictures from my last stop on Cape Cod, and getting through them has been my main objective, photography-wise, since I got back to New Hampshire. We did head out looking for the sunset the other night however, and I hadn’t looked at the pictures in the camera until today. It was a surprise to see that they had turned out as nicely as they did. Driving back up the highway I was towing the camper again and not thinking about the scenery, but when I glanced to my right and found myself looking out at the mountains it made me take a deep breath and relax. It’s good to be here again….
This is the swimming hole near my friend’s house where her kids, and now her grandkids love to swim. Her daughter and a friend were kayaking here recently and had a deer swim right past them. It’s the Blackwater river, and the sound of the river is the background music that you hear when you sit on the porch with your coffee early in the morning. As we sat on the porch yesterday her dog barked, and was intent on the scenery across the street. His barking sent a gorgeous red fox, with a magnificent plume of a tail, off to hunt in quieter pastures. Yes, it’s good to be here…
It was raining out when I decided to take the ferry to Nantucket yesterday. But the weather report said it would be a high of 76 degrees and sunny, and beastly hot for the next couple of days, so off I went. And I fumbled as I attempted to find the terminal, but that was okay because I took some pictures before I even got myself parked and bought my tickets. It was the light yesterday. The ferry left at 12:45, and the light would normally be pretty harsh at that time. But no, the light was perfect. I had been hoping to see lighthouses while I’m on my first snowbird summer, but I didn’t expect the first one to be right in Hyannis harbor. I wonder what that structure is? A guest house? Some sort of office or art studio? I would love to know.
The trouble with finding that the sunset is going to be especially nice is that you are there with your camera, so you keep clicking away. Look away for a second and when you look again you would swear that the colors are up a notch and it’s even more beautiful than you thought. Though later on when you look at your photos in the computer that doesn’t seem to be the case. Which one is the best? Our fearless camera club leader says that if you really want to know how to choose between essentially equal photos then look at the metadata and choose the biggest file. Bigger file means more detail. Did I do that? Of course not.
Sunday night I went out to Kalmus beach expecting to take the pictures I got last night. Nope, I was way off. And I wasn’t going to be able to find another vantage point in the amount of time available.
Ah, but last night was a different story. I should get a compass ap for my phone so I can find west when I need to.
And just when you’ve already taken a million pictures and you think you’ll be heading home soon this happens.
He looks so young in the picture. So young that she remembers how she felt about him when they met. She hadn’t seen the picture in a long time, and the rush of feelings it produced surprised her. Those were good years. And since she was back ‘home’, back in New England, she wanted to sit in that same restaurant, be in the same place where they once were happy. Just once more. And she wanted it to be today, but she had awoken to rain on the roof. Rain that sounded like it was going to stick around, even though the weather report said mostly sunny for the day. She told herself that it would stop, the clouds would break up. Drive in the rain she thought, then the sun will come out when you get there. The urge to go proved too much and she set out east, to the tip of Cape Cod.
In case she couldn’t take pictures she stopped for the orange flowers that she was seeing everywhere on Cape Cod. She made a mental note to do a day of all the flowers on the Cape. Beautiful flowers spilling over fences and stone walls, but she’d do that another day. Today she was on a mission.
Along the way she turned at a sign for Fort Hill, thinking she might get pictures. The road climbed the hill, but there was a parking lot handy and she pulled in. The rain had stopped and she was about to walk down a trail towards the ocean but a sign stopped her. It said, “Deer tick habitat,” and she hesitated. Another hiking couple arrived, and the husband insisted that if you take a head to toe shower, and he waved his arms to illustrate what he meant, you won’t have a tick problem. He knew because he had had Lyme disease four times, he said. Not feeling reassured she drove the car up to the top of the hill and found a parking lot with a view. And was encouraged by the sky.
It did seem that the clouds were breaking up, but once she continued her drive it began to rain in earnest. Still she continued…