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.
I had a picture of this very pond about six years ago. It was almost foggy overcast that day. We arrived on a bright sunny day to photograph the same scene. It’s not quite the same. This happened several times on my recent trip. It’s still a good photo but most things in nature do not repeat performance. Location? Does it matter? Near Runaround Pond in Maine.
Well it was September well after Labor Day. The evenings are chilly. The days are not so warm either. The ocean is surely chilly or more to cold. The beach is right along the main road. You park your car, if there’s a lucky spot you find, and then step out the car door to put your feet right onto the beach. It’s not a wide beach and it’s definitely not picturesque. But it draws a crowd. I love this shot. The compression of the telephoto lens make this beach claustrophobic.
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.
You see things. The trick is to focus the viewer’s attention on the essentials of the scene in front of me. I am not an artist nor painter. I guess I draw better than I realize. Photography is a much better way for me to express and share what I see. There were lots of possibilities in this scene. I chose the reflection.
Slapped together and painted white, it was certainly a rustic fence. Why paint it at all? Or why not take time to build a proper fence? Who knows? It is the promise of the view around the corner that keeps me going.
It was a park of sorts near to where I lived at one point. I would bring a book and read for hours. And when autumn came there was a magical time when photo ops were everywhere. All the elements came together – fog, reflection, and fall colors.
I was headed home. The ride from Camden is along back roads. I passed this field. I took two images. I guess I should have spent a little more time in the waning light to be sure I had a satisfactory shot. I did not linger. I was hurrying home. Don’t know why the hurry? Reminder to self: slow down and smell the heather.
Pumpkin on the doorstep, Jules loved this and framed it also. It’s almost a natural monochrome. You can’t make this stuff up. A little color and it was right out of the car door as I exited. I was in Rockport to check on a craft show. The photo was right there. Never turn down a golden opportunity. I have to thank the owner for setting up this little tableau.
For Colleen, she’s a new buddy. I told her about Camden. At some point I hope she’ll see this post and know it is in follow up to a conversation about Maine we once had. It’s the harbor. The fall colors are not peaked yet. I am not OCD. So I shot what was available. I did not make a return trip to do better.
My backyard in Maine had a little storm pond. In the summer frogs croaked all night long. Mosquitoes flourished. In the fall there was a brief period when in the morning light it was a little bit of heaven. Yes, once I had a water view.
Jules and I staged some shots against cousin Vicki’s Japanese maple. I got to hold Nellie. We did random sessions like this. I used a DSLR, which was too heavy for selfies. Undoubtedly that is what I would have staged now. Yes there is an iPhone and a point and shoot handy for the shot. And no, Photoshop post processing is not an alternative in this case.
I love water reflections. Still water is not easy to come by. This one reminds me of a print of a Chinese print of an arched bridge that I once brought back from Hong Kong. This shot was along the road near to Runaround Pond in Maine.
We spent a bit of time in the Berkshires. This was a Shaker farm. The kids had some very pleasant fall outings. We rode bikes around. The kids raked leaves. We looked for a second home here. Real estate price being what they were, we bid on a couple places and eventually but too late the bids were accepted. We changed directions and looked on Long Island.This is the round barn at the Shaker village.
Halloween 2011, Columbia University, Baker Field, Yale vs Columbia. At least I didn’t travel far. It was snowing hard before kick-off and it never let up the whole game. Yale won. Yay! Snow is wet. I had an umbrella and my trusty long lens 80-400mm. I shot. I tried to keep my gear dry. I shot anyway. Alex remembers this game fondly. I remember being wet and cold. I’m used to cold when I ski. But when you are sitting and just moving your finger on the shutter, fun has an entirely different context. His Elis won and I got some shots. Everyone was happy.
Some of it is for feed and some for bedding. If you ask me the difference, it beats me. These bales sat in the field for months after they were made, so I assume they are for bedding. I just drive by and take a shot as I travel past on my journeys to somewhere else. I admit to having a soft spot for images of haystacks.