It was a beautiful morning and if I hadn’t had a dentist appointment, it would have been a great day for a photo shoot. I didn’t want to go to the dentist anyhow and if it weren’t for all those reminders from the office on how overdue I am for a check up, I would have happily canceled and wiled the bight hours away in the woods and by the streams.
As it was, I had the presence of mind to toss the little Canon point and shoot into my rucksack. That’s why I bought it, so I wouldn’t be reduced to trying to use my cell phone. Do not tell me what great pictures I can get with my phone. I don’t care. My phone is not a camera. I have issues with taking pictures using non-camera-shaped objects.
I found a long-lost waterfall, waving grasses, a great old red barn. A white farmhouse with a tilted white well. Some color on trees and vines. It’s just the beginning, but I’m hoping this will be a good one. A long autumn, a bright autumn. The last good time before winter closes in again.
And I didn’t have a single cavity!
We used to camp on Pleasant River Lake in northern Maine. It was cabin camping, so we had screens on the windows. We had propane tanks: a gas-powered refrigerator and range, plus a wood stove if it got chilly.
In exchange for that little bit of unpleasantness, in the evening, we would build a bonfire on the shore of the lake. It was a big lake, deep, surrounded by pine woods. There were several beaver dams and it was not unusual to see moose swimming across, just their giant heads visible above the waterline as they sought their favorite snack food: water lilies. There were bears too.
Best of all, there were about a dozen loons nesting on the various parts of the shore. As evening came on, they would start to call to one another. Warbling and calling, a sound so haunting and beautiful as it echoes across lake.
I will never forget the song of the loons, the voice of the northern lakes. I miss them.
Today, the leaves began to change. I could see it from my office window. I had no time to plan a photo excursion, but on my way to the dentist, I grabbed my little Canon point and shoot. On the way to the office, I spotted the waterfall I’ve been looking for. I’d shot here before, but didn’t remember where. Today, I spotted it and promised myself to stop before we went home.
Further along, I saw the red barn. I’ve passed it so many and never thought much about it, but today, I remembered and stopped there … on the way home.
So many great pictures … Today, just some pictures of the early color changes at the dam, which is called Lower West Dam. The leaves change first along the water.