Father Fleming said Mass today. I was happy to see him since he’s been my favorite priest once I moved to Florida and started going to church again after many, many years. My part time job has caused me to vary which mass I went to each week, but I seemed to have a knack for catching Father Fleming’s mass, and it has always made me happy to see him. But I hadn’t seen him in a while, and then had been away on vacation, so when I saw him today I was struck with how frail he is, noticeably more frail than before, and I always worry as he climbs the few stairs to the alter. He is in his 80’s, and is soft spoken, you have to concentrate when he speaks. His sermons are always gentle and encouraging. He should preach to children. He pokes fun at himself, and says he was a bit of a devil as a boy, and he admits to having doubts here and there. I was feeling quite sad as I drove away, wondering how much longer we will have him with us, and turned the corner to discover black clouds ahead in the east, and a beautiful rainbow that took my breath away. I pulled onto a parking lot and got the camera out of the trunk and managed to take a few pictures before the heaven’s opened. Only when I saw the photos in the computer did I see the double rainbow. I hope that rainbow was for Father Fleming, he’s earned it…
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.
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…
While the sunrise itself seemed to struggle this morning, it was the reflected color in the opposite sky that caught my eye as I arrived at Bayport. The layers of clouds glowed golden for a while, and then became lovely pastel blues and pinks. I wasn’t alone there this morning, sharing the scene with the occupants of two other cars. Then one of them set off their car alarm and couldn’t seem to turn it off, but it was time to leave anyhow, and soon enough came the rain.
The photography guru who is the head of my group at home would be rolling his eyes over the idea that I spent all day yesterday instructing my friend in the art of photo editing in Lightroom. I did stress to her that this is my interpretation of what was taught to us, not to be taken as gospel that this is how it’s supposed to be done. We took pictures, visited with friends, and kept our activity to a minimum in this heat. Heat to rival Florida, but no one up here seems to be equipped with A/C, not as we are in FL. Hardy New Englanders endure the winters, I thought, but I had forgotten about the summers. But next week will bring relief, or so they say…Yes, we had ice cream, just sayin’
The last time I was in my hometown of Brockton, MA I was freezing. It was very cold, and not just for this spoiled Floridian, it was COLD. And I was out for the sunrise, taking photos in the lovely local park, when I came upon two swans. I believe I posted a photo of the male, but the female was just a pile of white feathers on the bank of the pond. I focused on her for quite a while, waiting for her to lift her head, but she didn’t. I wondered if she was alive since she was flattened out, looking a bit like a puddle of white, and I eventually gave up, or gave in to the cold, and moved on.
I returned yesterday, on a day of record-breaking heat. It’s not that people who live in Florida love hot weather, it’s that we love the air-conditioning that makes living with the heat possible. I was back to the park at mid-day despite the heat, and thinking about those swans as I drove through the park and stopped when I saw a pair of them, but without cygnets. I assumed that if the swans I had seen had them they had grown up, but I stopped to take pictures. When I continued I came across a lot of Canada geese, young ones grazing along the road, being guarded by several adults who allowed the passers-by to come fairly close to them as they grazed. Almost too close because I had the zoom lens on the camera and they were walking towards me, almost too close for that lens. Only a short way further down the road I hit the jackpot, swans again, but with 8 cygnets, and all swimming close to shore hoping to be fed. Taking photos of them, however, proved to be my un-doing. In my rush for photos I had locked myself out of my car, which was bad enough by itself, but I was in danger of missing the cousin reunion that I had been looking forward to. That’s when I met my guardian angel. If I had spoken to her a little earlier I might have called the local George’s garage and paid a lot less to be rescued, which she told me after I had already called someone, but she refused to leave me by myself until she knew I was rescued and on my way. So Maria, if you are reading this I want to thank you for your moral support yesterday. As annoying as it was to make such a dumb mistake, it would have been much more stressful without you sharing it with me. You were a blessing to me and I will try to pay your kindness forward in my travels…
Do you know the song? When Charley and I would go to Cape Cod I used to burst into song every time we came into sight of the Cape Cod Canal. If you are really old you know the song, or if you had a husband with a collection of music that included everything back to the ‘40s, and nothing past the 70s, you’d also be in luck. In my travels on the Cape I came across Patty Page Dr., so there’s a hint for you.
If you’re fond of sand dunes, and salty air,
Quaint little villages here and there,
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod…
If you like the taste of a lobster stew
Served by a window with an ocean view,
You’re sure to fall in love with old Cape Cod.
Winding roads that seem to beckon you,
Miles of green beneath a sky of blue,
Church bells chiming on a Sunday morn,
Remind you of the town where you were born.
If you spend an evening you’ll want to stay,
Watching the moonlight on Cape Cod Bay,
You’re sure to fall in love with Old Cape Cod.
I thought that I ought to write a post with photos to illustrate the lyrics, but even ‘miles of green beneath a sky of blue’ proved to be a bit too much to ask for until I was on the road heading off the Cape, which is when these pictures were taken.
The road trip continues…