Philosophical? Is there a need in me to leave a legacy? Pictures on the ‘net are forever. I wonder? Why do I blog? It was a long time ago and I was encouraged by Amy and supported by many… – Colleen. It’s better than writing a tell all horror memoir of the training and career of my life as a neurosurgeon. Musing. I get to photograph a lot of subjects that have/had passing interest. And by sharing, I hope that some who visit will appreciate the beauty I have seen.
It seems that it’s been a few years since I got a quintessential fall foliage shot. This year was no exception. We just seemed to hit the fall leaves at the wrong time wherever we were. I chanced upon this scene in late November. Yes, it was way past peak time. I timed the 2nd game of the World Series as the best time to see foliage in upstate New York. It’s a rule of thumb that varies. Nonetheless I was way past time and did not expect to encounter color. Nice.
It’s ain’t me. It’s about nine year since I took the first picture you see. It’s on my blog and on my “About” (this blog) page. The image was shot on a back road of Maine. The image has a white primitive rail fence along the roadside and the fall colors are just peaking. I was shocked to see the same fence recently. I had seen it in good repair in 2014. We speculate that the owner died or became disabled and no one keeps up with the maintenance any longer. I have no way to know. The farm is still functional. There is a farmhouse in good repair. I’m saddened that something so picturesque has deteriorated so badly. I am glad to say that it’s not me who suffered a similar fate. I hope I’ll still be kicking around for a long time to come.
Central Park. Is there any other? In the middle of the “City” amongst a million people, a park was created to preserve open space. When you consider that every other inch is covered with developers scheming to construct a high rise something, it is pretty remarkable that someone didn’t pave over and build on this park. I took the kids to school many days. And in the fall, I could see and gauge the autumn color as it developed. Not enough, but a few times I would venture into the park and get some fall shots. I got lots of leaves in color, but, not so much of the city and park in peak fall foliage. In the midst of it all there is serenity to be found. I didn’t realize how crowded it was. Now I live where there are mere thousands (population). I have to drive for a while to find traffic. A car going by on my street after dark is unusual. The beach is crowded. I might have to cruise for five whole minutes to get a parking spot. I live with someone who worries about parking. She was lucky to see a car near her once a day. Geez! She worries about parking all the time.
The quintessential fall image? There were none while I worked in Saudi. Ha! No trees. No fall. No leaves. It was 100 every day. I rained a day or two a year. The trees and bushes bloomed year long. And I don’t look back with any longing. Meanwhile, I try each season… not too hard of late. Dover. I got lost. Ummm you are never lost as long as you never put the car in reverse. I turned the corner past a government building. There! Whoa! Getting lost (I wasn’t) has its benefits. Brilliant bright color! They say that rainy days give the colors more saturation. Well, they are wrong. I gravitate to the bright ‘in your face’ colors that pop! I got some images. This was fall.
It occurred to me… that fall pictures in a cemetery are somehow intertwined. Dead leaves and dead people. That’s kind of harsh and stark. Beautiful autumn color in a restful place for departed dearly beloved ones. I’ve taken many a cemetery pic and seek the quintessential autumn image. I have taken fall images in a cemetery for sure. Bittersweet.
Go small. The display of fall color eluded me this year. I saw lots of leaves and lots of color. I was just never on time or in the right location. We were passing through too early or too late or could not stop. So basically I missed the foliage display. There is still an opportunity to catch something. I resorted to single leaves. But even then the bar is high. Find a perfect leaf and isolate it. Hard to do, I did not really accomplish that either. It’s ok. There’s always next year. …I hope.
I have been seeking a peak fall foliage image this year. It’s November and there are still brilliant leaves to be seen. I’ve been around and about from Delaware to Colorado. There are still leaves of color. However, there has been no signature image. I was driving in rural Delaware. On a back road was this red maple. Brilliant. The color was deeply red. My image does not do justice to the grandeur. I chose not to manipulate in Photoshop. Of course there is no global warming. I state the obvious. It’s mid November and leaves are still on the trees, many of them green, while others are nude for winter’s coming. It seems that nature is confused too. Try and make sense of things. As the cowardly lion said, “I do believe…” And, I’m off to see the wizard.
The Little Pie Company makes a SCAW – sour cream apple walnut pie for which the recipe is intentionally left out of their cookbook. It is their signature pie. The apples are sliced, not wedged. The topping is brown sugar and walnuts in a thick layer of decadence. I’ve imagined this pie. And since I moved from NYC, it has seemingly been a pursuit to reproduce the recipe. We went apple picking. There was no better time to recreate the recipe. We looked in several places and settled upon the Silver Palate recipe. It utilized sour cream. The topping is described as a streusel. Our recipe tasted exactly as the Little Pie. The topping was too meager. It’s plenty sweet and tastes the same as the Little Pie too. It just needs to be thicker. After all this time, I have reproduced another recipe. Osso bucco was another recipe that turned out to be dead simple to make. Meanwhile, the secret recipe is really not so secret after all.
In a follow up to a recent post on the engagement of my daughter Jules, I am posting this pic. It was the day after Thanksgiving. The annual leaf raking was in progress. Jeff her intended set up a video and shot scene. Julia and he jumped into a pile of leaves. Typically Julia directed how they should jump. And when they landed, he dug the leaves out of her face and hair and put a ring on her finger. Jules cried and in the hugs I heard her laugh with joy.
This shot was many years before. And yes, that was Lisa making the leap. It was a time when we piled them high and jumped from a fence or ladder. This time it was just a belly flop into a low pile. But it sure was a happy ending.
I went to Maine to see some trees before heading back to the dessert. After a while trees are nice to see. And then I was hoping to appreciate some fall color. By and large it was a hit and miss. The week we arrived it was green and in another week it was past peak for a lot of trees. Green and color simultaneously did not leave many opportunities for those stunning colorful vistas of changing leaves I had envisioned. So you make do. We stayed in a B&B named Wabi Sabi. The internet states the term represents a comprehensive Japanese world view or aesthetic centered on the acceptance of transience and imperfection.
We found the place to be delightful. The innkeeper was gracious and breakfast was a treat. Best of all I had a tree that cooperated and gave me some of the fall color I craved.
We had dawdled, seriously meandered our way up the coast. So the plan to bike or hike the park trails was a bust. I refer to the carriage paths that the Rockefeller family bequeathed to the park. The trails are fabulous and definitely ride them if you can. I have. And maybe some day we will again. Meanwhile the view from the top of Cadillac Mountain is worth the ride too. The lake and the Maine coast are shadowed below. No HDR for me. Sorry. It was the sky that was the star.
Any other clear blue sky day and the coast and the lake would be the stars of the image. But the clouds and sunset were image. So I took it. Moments later I fell uphill. Yes you can be clumsy anywhere. I sustained a laceration deep enough to require stitches but was not willing to waste time in an ER. I’d have sewn myself up if I had the materials. Instead the local Rite Aid had the bandaids to pull the cut together and all was well.
In Bar Harbor the final throes of sunset gave the sky an impossibly beautiful orange color. So I managed two nice sunsets in the same day. We were foraging for dinner. So this second shot was a real bonus. I will parenthetically add that we were also carrying a pair of lobster socks that said “bite me.” The lucky winner of said pair will know this was the place we bought them.
I have been to this spot several times. The first was on a bike trip with Lisa. She shot this picture. We had started off in sunny weather. As we rode into the point, the fog and weather were impressively picturesque. Lisa shot this as I am the subject in yellow. Misty, foggy, windy, and chilly all come to mind. It was a classic mood shot. More recently Colleen and I were there. It was a crisp chill clear autumn day. Same spot different day, you could never imagine how it changed. Things are like that. When you travel, you never know what you will come across. And you are not there long enough to wait for changes to be favorable. The sunset you see is where you are. I’d like to be just camped in a spot waiting for a picture. But that is simply not I. So I will take what there is when I am there. And there will always be a different good shot somewhere.
Well, at least that’s what I call it. It is a field in full fall color. The road is just up there in the corner. I tried this shot a few years ago and it is a favorite of mine. I tried again and it is not nearly as nice. It’s a different time and different place. Midday not evening, the mood is entirely different. But I like the color. And it reminds me that things I have seen and beauty I recorded are sometimes unique and in the moment never to be repeated. It has made me appreciate life and to slow down sometimes to savor a moment that will not be repeated.
It could just as well be sunrise. I hate power cables. They always ruin a potentially good shot, except when they are the shot. Well it is dusk and we are headed west. Do ya think? Ha, I like that phrase two days in a row. And the sunset is catching the power lines. And the glow is wonderful. We’re in Maine and headed down the coast to make it to a dinner reservation.
The technical – we are in the car. There is glare off the windshield. I need to zoom the lens up a bit to avoid the glass, glare, and the car mirror. And…I am the driver. Relax. I did not peer through the viewfinder to compose. I treated the shot like a point and shoot opportunity. And yes, my companion was not a happy camper as I clicked off a few shots. No, we did not stop, we did not pause, we just kept on going, and we got to that restaurant on time just as it was dark.
If you will look at my ‘About’ page this is the same fence from a different direction and in a different year. I have been up and down this road many times. The fence is in much need of repair and paint now. And the question always arises, if you go to the trouble of building a very long fence like this, why not build it right and proper? There is still no answer either.
For me the appeal remains. The autumn color reigns. And I still wonder where the road is taking me. I have a better idea some years later. But the road always curves. It beckons with a promise and some mystery. Yup.
My travel companion came across a book in an antique store describing the connected barns in Maine. It seems that it’s cold in the winter. Do ya think? And it’s very nice to get out of bed and go to the barn for chores without stepping outside. So there are enough of these to illustrate an entire book. Getting an image is a trick. There are lots of things that obscure the picture. This image isn’t the best example. But then again… well there was some fall color thrown in and well… it is connected.
This spot was a favorite for me when I lived in Maine. There were a couple places where you could pull up a seat on a rock and read for hours. On this side fall was in full color. It was interesting. I had been here a week before and the color was just average. A week later the color was intense but already many trees had lost most of their leaves.
And then there was a group from LL Bean in Freeport who were in the water practicing canoe skills. I was a Boy Scout and got the merit badge. We had to tip over and right a canoe. We had to clamber back into it. But it was mid September and the water can’t be warm. These folks were falling out and getting back in. I’ve paddled a canoe. It ain’t that hard. And I will be happy to know the theory about getting in and out without doing it in cold water. Thank you.
Orange is my autumn color. Okay red is pretty good. And yellow is also. But orange, that deep even pattern is not so easy to just dial up. Many a tree view is obscured by some man made object. So often you crop out the extraneous to get to the best shot. Like many things when you have done all the things on your checklist the image pretty much takes itself.
The Draper wedding was nearby to this town. Something I read about was pumpkin boat races. What? Well the first year… what do you do with prize winning 500 lb pumpkins. Some folks painted them. Someone got the idea to carve them out and make boats and then race. The first year everyone was in the water. No one had a clue how to make an irregular unbalanced shape race let alone float. So the splashing in cold water images were what I was after. No such luck. By now everyone had a year at the drawing board and no one sank. The event drew a nice crowd and a photo op from Susan Collins, US Senator. Goofy way to re-purpose a 500 lb pumpkin.
Whenever I was in the area, this shack was a photo op. It is set up perfectly. And I’m sure everyone who passed has this image in their collection. Jules loved it. It is framed somewhere. While there are many versions this one is mine.
Maybe I’ll be old one day sitting in the fall sun at the side of a pond. I don’t see it somehow. I think that I shall be ever active and full of vinegar. Can’t sit. Too many photo ops, so little time.
I had ample opportunity to explore fall foliage in Maine. Photo ops were everywhere. I don’t recall any other years so productive. It was magical. All manner of images would be in front of my lens. Reflections, ripples, and an impressionist background: what is more priceless?
I had only one actual moose encounter in three years. It got to be a joke where people would tell me where to go to find moose. But it was always a bust. Finally driving randomly through the park in rural Maine, I stopped where a couple cars were along the roadside. There were four moose, two males, a mama, and a baby. They are large enough to be nonplussed about human contact. Since they weren’t moving too quickly I had ample opportunity to get the shots I wanted. The shot I missed was the one I think about. There were four photographers. Two of us had some experience. The wife of the other photographer couldn’t set up her camera. I was helping her. What was her husband doing? The last guy was strictly amateur and walking downhill on a big male moose with a point and shoot in hand. His big grin was scary. He surely had no back up plan in case the moose decided to charge uphill. That was my shot! Well I have it in mind. It was definitely an encounter that made all the searching worthwhile.