I was looking for photographs suitable for a children’s book … and discovered pictures I never processed. No idea why. I probably intended to go back and do something with them … and finally, I did.
This was a good week for oddball photographs. Lots of pictures that have no reason to exist except I just saw something and tried to capture it.
My pound cakes came out well. Baking them was something of an accomplishment since I can’t remember the last time I made one. But Garry wanted pound cake. He said he would just go buy one. I said if he’d never had homemade pound cake, he’d never had pound cake at all. Now, I think he would agree.
Collecting ingredients for the pound cakes triggered a trip to the farm around the corner to get fresh eggs. You need nine eggs for this recipe (some call for as many as a dozen) and I thought I’d like to use the best possible ingredients.
And while we were there, I bought some milk. Their milk is nothing like grocery store milk. It’s as thick with cream as half and half and you have to shake it to keep from skimming it.
Maybe it’s so good because these have to be the happiest cows in the world. They ooze contentment.
It is on the corner of Route 140 and Chestnut Street in Upton. I don’t know who maintains it, but somebody takes pretty good care of it. Maybe it’s the state, perhaps some private party has undertaken its upkeep.
It was a shoemaker’s shop from 1788 until 1938, when it became a forge. It is still known as “Forge House.” It has remained essentially unchanged since its conversion in the 1930s.
This brilliant day was a perfect opportunity to use trees to frame that incredibly blue sky. It was an amazing color, almost surreal. I stepped back into the shade, the trees were silhouettes. I pressed the shutter. Voila. A summer sky, framed by trees, captured forever.
Light and dark, tall and short, happy and sad — this week, share a shot that captures a contrast.
It’s always interesting shooting in tandem. You’ve got the same stuff to look at and some of your pictures are likely to be very similar. But the eyes are different.
The cameras have different lenses and no two photographers ever shoot the scene exactly the same way.
This is Garry’s look at Manchaug.