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!
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…
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.
Have I only been here a week today? It seems longer. But on the other hand I haven’t been ‘out for pictures’ yet. It’s the fact that we had the 4th, and the influx of people to make getting around an issue. That I am one of those people doesn’t keep me from resenting my fellow invaders who are making life more complicated here on the Cape. And camping itself is a distraction. I’m not sure I should be congratulating myself over how much I am enjoying living in this little pop up, or ‘pup’ as they are called on the online group I found on Facebook. Not when I can head into my sister’s house to do laundry or cook a meal. It’s the best of all worlds at this moment. I will just enjoy it. But I did manage a trip to Sunset Hill last night. I know I’ve been there before but it wasn’t sunset and I had vowed to go back. I’m glad I did.
When my daughter moved out of New York I remember thinking that I’d be sad not to drive there from MD in August and see the sugar maples beginning to turn color in anticipation of fall. And I would miss the ride on 81 N through Hazleton, PA where I would see spectacular early morning color in the valley as I drove on the road above, skirting a mountain which meant that the scene just kept revealing itself as I drove. That was amazing.
And now it’s my son’s house in NY that I won’t be visiting again after this, except for a quick high school graduation trip soon. Then they’ll be moving back to FL, so it’s good news really. But I was aware of this and came here wondering if the deer would visit, and if I would I see some pretty farmland to photograph. So far so good…I saw a deer out back almost as soon as I got here on Friday night. I was able to sneak out the sliding glass door onto the screened porch, and then out the screen door and onto the steep back steps for these shots. The back yard is a steep slope, too steep to mow, so the birds, winter wrens according to Merlin’s best guess, were enjoying the weeds and singing up a storm out there. The deer stood still, watching me, and then disappeared into the woods. She was back again this morning and maybe I was sneakier because she went about her business. As soon as I got a few shots I went back inside and left her to munch away on those white flowers.
On the way to dinner last night I stopped for a quick iPhone shot of this farm. I can’t wait to get out there today and see what else I see out there…
Yes, I’m not in Florida anymore. And the sun doesn’t set on the far horizon. Nope, it sinks behind the distant hills and trees before the sky sets itself on fire. But that’s okay, it’s still spectacular…