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Ready or not…

Time marches on in spite of me.  Sometimes I just need to process things.  I want to stop and think, catch up mentally when things seem to be moving impossibly fast.  I first remember feeling this way when my kids were really little.  They grew and changed so quickly, and I remember thinking that I wanted to put them in deep freeze for a second, just to catch up.  When they first started making announcements that you knew weren’t just a repetition of what you had said to them, but were an original thought of their own.  They became people, right before your eyes.

I have two sets of grandkids, the ‘big kids’ and the ‘little kids’, with a very large gap between.  As the two oldest grew up I was just as astounded as when my own kids did the same, but I told myself at least I still have the little kids.  Now the little kids aren’t little anymore, and the oldest one graduated from high school the other night.  I have an amazing set of grandkids, as I know we all do.  They are my greatest blessing, that and the fact that my kids are the people who raised these amazing kids.  But I’m scratching my head over the whole thing.  And the bug bites, but mostly I’m scratching in amazement because I tend to get lost in my own thoughts now and then, but then I resurface and come face to face with life’s milestones, ready or not…grad12

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Call me superficial…

I have a friend who might stand beside me while we look at a beautiful mountain landscape, he would want to climb that mountain, as long as it was 4,000 feet high, while I’m content to take pictures.  I’m an observer, and that’s as far as it goes.  Usually.  Not just mountains, there is no telling what will catch my eye, this building certainly did.  And I had taken pictures, and I believe I put a couple on the blog a while back.  But my cousin suggested that I go inside.  “It’s magnificent,” he said.  And I did that the other day.  I snagged one of the three parking spaces at the side of the building and discovered that he was right.  It is startlingly beautiful. Mind-boggling to me.

Bradford, VT was the first town in the state to receive a charter for a dedicated library.  That took place in 1796.  But it took until 1895 for John L. woods to will $15,000 toward that end, and Lambert Packard to design it, and the Woods Library was dedicated on July 4, 1895.  All of which I looked up just now, thank you Google.  But the population of Bradford, VT is currently 2619, and I don’t imagine it was more than that in 1895.  So I find myself astounded at the architecture and detail of the building.  A gem of a building, not in a big city, but in a small byway in the country, and intended for the people of that town.  And I felt that way just looking at the outside.  But the inside looks like a magnificent gentleman’s library.  The wood working, high ceilings, and attention to detail are a wonder to me.  Credit my lack of education in the arts, we didn’t study much of that in dental hygiene school.  Thanks to my cousins for telling me that I needed to see the inside of that building.  It was well worth another trip…Bradfordlibrary6.26

Right from go the reception area with it’s loft above told me I was in for a treat.  But I had to start with the main reading/computer room.  There was a man on one of the computers, and another one at the table smack in the middle.  I felt badly as I tried to take photos around them without disturbing them.  And circled back in case they had left but they hadn’t.BradfordlibraryPITAguyBradfordlibrarywindowsBradfordlibrarywingchairsBradfordlibraryfireplace

And then the loft area was next.BradfordlibrarystairwellBradfordlibrarystairwelldownBradfordlibrarystairwelllightBradfordlibraryloft

Perhaps I’ve spent most of my life with blinders on, distracted by the glitz and glam, and missing the bigger picture all together.  Here I’m on this road trip in search of my youth, the person I used to be, was supposed to be, and what I’m finding is a new appreciation of all that I see…

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Surprise…

I’ll admit it, I was disappointed.  I had decided to go to Green Key beach for the sunset at the last possible minute.  At 4 miles down the road it was my only hope for a setting with multiple possible shots, talking about composition here.  I’m not so willing to go miles and miles lately, maybe it’s the anticipation of my first snowbird excursion which is coming up soon. When I arrived I walked to my left from the parking lot which is when I saw that the tide was up and the long shots of the sunset colors in the wet sand weren’t going to happen.  So I took this shot…4=27-19greenkeysunsetAnd then walked to the other side of the beach for the main event, but people kept photobombing the actual sunset shot…4=27-19greenkeysunset24=27-19greenkeysunset3But, as usual, I was chatting with another photographer, so it was a pleasant way to spend an hour or so, but I wasn’t concentrating as much on the pictures I was taking as I was with our conversation.  So when I got home and looked at my photos in the computer I was pleasantly surprised.  Sometimes you don’t know what you have when it’s right there in front of you…

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The sunsets keep coming…

This one is from a few nights ago at Cypress Point Park.  The plan was to take photos of planes coming in and landing with the sunset colors behind them.  What a photo op that would have been.  But the winds caused a change of runways at the airport, and even then I came away with 676 photos to go through.  So here are a few of the sunset, just a little late.  Let me just say that I got distracted by two boys tossing a football back and forth.  I was hoping to capture the action of throwing the ball.  Then when I reviewed the photos I was very excited thinking since it looked like a bird had thrown my shots.  They were potentially nice shots, this was the only one that I could have cropped to not show the football.  I left the boy in this shot just to remind myself to keep my mind on what I’m doing.4-14-19cypressparksunsetfeature

But there were lots more sunset shots, ones without footballs…4-14-19cypressparksunset54-14-19cypressparksunset44-14-19cypressparksunset34-14-19cypressparksunset24-14-19cypressparksunset1And I couldn’t help but watch another photographer in action.  I wouldn’t enjoy doing portrait photography.  If I’m taking pictures that turn out to be disappointing then I’d prefer that the only one annoyed at me is ME!4-14-19cypresspartwogirls24-14-19cypresspartwogirls

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Back to the rookery…

This rookery is in my new neighborhood now that I’ve moved.  I was out early to take care of my coffee addiction, and to use the free wifi at McDonalds, and when I was done I thought I might stop by the rookery to see what was happening there.  they were in full nest building mode, accompanied by much clacking of beaks thanks to the wood storks.  I’m going to go on record that when I’m back here in a couple of weeks there may be eggs.  I won’t have missed the main event, at least I don’t think so.  Today there was much coming and going as the wood storks and great white egrets carried in lots of sticks, and the pairs worked to build their nests together.

This is just a natural spot that these birds have chosen for their nesting.  There is a chain link fence around the perimeter of this pond, and an alligator lives there but I’ve only seen him once.  The shrubbery is very overgrown on the inside of the fence and there is only a small area where it’s possible to see what’s going on in there.  The fence is too tall to shoot over top, so I will have to have a step stool in the car with me as part of my photo equipment from now on.  Consequently I tried to aim my lens through the spot where the gate didn’t quite close all the way.  Or try to aim through the spaces in the chain links.  One very cooperative wood stork flew over and landed on the shrub right in front of me, but on the other side of the fence.  Too close for the lens I was using, I had to back up into the middle of the street to get any image at all.  Shooting was a challenge because of the fence, and also because the sun was still low and I was shooting right into it.  But that didn’t stop me…02-23-19greategret102-23-19nesting02-23-19nesting202-23-19woodstork102-23-19woodstorkcloseup02-23-19woodstorkcloseup202-23-19woodstorkcloseup3

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Wayside…

My navigator was using a Massachusetts topographical map to plot a route through the countryside.  Not to hike, thankfully, since it was incredibly cold, but to drive.  It was sunny, and the sky was lovely and blue.  That a photo op might present itself was always a possibility.  My friend worked construction, and from time to time he’d point out an area where he’d worked on a lot of houses, and it seemed that those newer houses in that area had the suburban neighborhood look that I’ve commonly seen, and lived in actually, all over the country.  Those aren’t what appeals to me or what I picture when I think of New England.  I like the random neighborhoods where the houses look very different from each other, random like the stone walls that look as if they weren’t built but that they just appeared along side the road.  He remarked more than once about how built up the countryside has become.  Progress I suppose, people do have to live somewhere.  But I’m happier to drive through the old neighborhoods that look exactly as they did when I grew up here.  And to stop, as we did, for me to take advantage of scenery that I couldn’t resist.  Maybe it’s just this time of life.  I once read that no one thinks harder than a 2-year-old does, because they are constantly confronted with new things that they have to fit into their understanding of their world.  Maybe being retired and having time to think about all the places and experiences of a lifetime is pretty much the same thing.  Just trying to make it all make sense… 02-01-19wayside102-01-19wayside202-01-19wayside3