photography, progress, road trip, travel

The Inner Harbor

Charley told me that when he was a kid there was an unwritten rule that no one went down Light Street in Baltimore past the Cross Street market.  That ‘rule’ would explain the resistance that arose when the plans to develop the Inner Harbor area came to light.  It was said that it would never be successful, no one would ever go there.

William Donald Schaefer was the long time mayor of Baltimore, and it would be hard to find a more colorful character.  He was the driving force, and as the area was developed, and the Aquarium failed to open exactly on time, he fulfilled his pledge to jump into the water, but he did it in style in an old fashioned men’s bathing suit, hat, and carrying a Donald Duck toy.  A statue of him now overlooks the Inner Harbor area, and I sadly neglected to take a photo.  Maybe his personality was part of what made me take to Baltimore so completely.  Charm City they call it, and it was when I lived there.

Now you would be hard-pressed to stand at the Inner Harbor and not see cranes, and scaffolding, as new renovations and construction take place.  New hotels, and new upscale housing and condos, are everywhere.  The two pavilions that house the restaurants and shops are being renovated, as well as the Gallery shopping area across the street.  The fears for the success of the area were greatly exaggerated.  Change is always hard I know, and I find that I’m living in a haze of nostalgia for the past for a while now.  The past of long, long ago, and even the simpler life of 25 years ago.  I need to shake it off, the future is all we have…

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Riding the rails…

Taking the light rail to go to Baltimore’s Inner Harbor yesterday seemed like a really good idea from the point of view of not having to find a parking space.  I needn’t have worried though, because there are lots more parking garages, and hotels, and more of, well, everything, at the Inner Harbor now.  And the light rail was fine, until we wanted to go home and had to wait for a train, and the ride home seemed to take so much longer than the ride to the harbor had.  And we got home just in time for Georgie, the kitty above, to catch the mouse we suspected he had been stalking all day.  Georgie is a rescue who has no claws and few teeth, but he is a great hunter.  But what he did with that mouse remains a mystery, and as I laid down on the couch to go to sleep I thought I’d lay there awake worrying that he’d decide to bring it to the couch with me to finish it off.  He didn’t.  Now to see what photos I got yesterday.  But I got this one ready immediately.  Soon my granddaughter and her Sam will be in Munich, starting an adventure together.  But for now they are here with us…7-9KaraandSam

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From the porch…

This was my last NY sunset, at least for a little while.  I’ll go back to pick up Ozzie of course, but there is no date for that so far.  This is my time to spend with my daughter and her family in PA, and it’s pure chaos here.  But in a nice way, just busy, happy kids, all going in different directions.  I remember my mother being overwhelmed when she would visit my house all those years ago, and when she said it was too much I was a little insulted.  Now I guess it’s my turn to find my head spinning as I take it all in.  I will be taking my camera with me wherever we go, but finding a peaceful time to sit and write might be difficult.  But that’s okay.  I came for the people, and the hugs, the computer can wait…

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Hudson Valley Balloon Festival…

The name of the event that I spotted months ago and knew that I would make sure to attend is the Hudson Valley Balloon Festival, but that’s false advertising.  Because it’s not in a valley, it’s on top of the world.  Or so I thought as I drove the hour and a half from my son’s house yesterday afternoon heading north, and up hill.  I had constant vistas of scenery below me, and I was looking across the valleys to mountains just beyond.  It was just beautiful, and also impossible to stop for photos.  I hoped for a scenic overlook area, but I haven’t seen them at all on this trip, which is a shame because they were quite plentiful when we traveled out west years ago.  I crossed the Rhinecliff bridge over the Hudson, and again admired the view, but I was almost there and there was no where to stop, so I contented myself with the thought of the balloons being launched into the sunset-colored sky.  And sunset was approaching, hence the long shadows.  I wonder if they knew that the launch had been cancelled due to high winds even as I paid to get into the fairgrounds.  I didn’t catch on for a while, so I walked around and took a few pictures of food trucks, because one was called “Off the Hook” and featured lobster rolls, which I haven’t yet had on this trip.  And shots of the small crowd to illustrate the event.  As they began to blow up one of the balloons I thought we were underway, but that’s when I heard that the launch was cancelled.  Which I suppose explained why there were no other balloons to be seen.  They, the ‘balloon platoon’, blew this one up in order to allow people to walk inside, and a line formed quickly to do just that.  They kept entering, but not exiting, and I didn’t think to see where they were going.  I probably should have stayed.  I heard that they were going to inflate the balloons and illuminate them, but not launch them, but I didn’t relish the drive back in the dark.  The rural roads have lots of twists and turns, and 55 mph speed limits.  Even in daylight they can be challenging, so I drove back to my son’s house being teased by the same beautiful scenery, with the addition of a gorgeous sunset.  I ought to be content just to see a sunset like that, but I wish I had seen it through the lens of the camera… 7-6balloon27-6balloon37-6balloonfeature7-6waffleYes, I had a waffle sandwich, probably because I didn’t have any witnesses at that moment.  I will have two more opportunities to see them launch, sunset tonight or sunrise tomorrow.  Sunrise seems like a better chance of the air being calm enough, but do I want to set out at 4 AM, sigh…

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Sugarloaf Art & Craft Village…

Nestled in a quaint setting along King’s Highway in Chester, NY you will find this village where artists have shops, producing and selling their wares.  You will find wood carvings, metaphysical supplies, paper arts, fine art, stained glass, soaps, herbs, candles, and more, all in walking distance and presented in charming little shops.  The doorways beckon you in…7-6carosel7-6curiosityshop7-6holistic7-6soaps7-6stainedglass7-6candle27-6candle

I loved the sign to the right of this door, “mermaids enter here”, that was too cute.  And on the way to the village I spotted this garden shop and doubled back for a photo.  A pleasant way to spend a lovely day in the Hudson Valley…7-6gardenshop

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Where am I?

I see that there are some new people who have found this blog in the last couple of weeks, and I thought I ought to explain that the ‘nature coast’ in the title of the blog refers to the several counties along the Gulf coast of Florida just above Tampa Bay.  And, obviously, that’s not where I am at the moment.  This blog came about a year ago due to a coincidence of a class I took and a new camera I had just purchased, not really out of a need to share any profound thoughts or with an agenda of any kind.  I had settled into a comfortable routine in my widowhood, and felt almost smug as I spent my evenings alone at home doing whatever I wanted to do.  And I went on like that for quite a while, until I started needing people again.  My people, my ‘home’, New England, where I grew up and never failed to feel like I belonged when I visited.  People, old friends, family, grandchildren, I needed them all.  So I have thrown caution to the wind and left my little part-time job, and my snug little Florida house, and even the new friends I was just beginning to make, to take a road trip.  And I will stay until my heart, which had felt so empty, has filled back up.  Or until they all get sick of me…7-5church7-5farm7-5shack7-5shack27-5shack37-5townhall