CEE’S ODDBALL PHOTO CHALLENGE WEEK 25
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.
Successful pound cake with copper kettle
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.
Eggs fresh from the hen
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.
Cows chatting in the pasture
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.
It’s amazing what a great landscape architect Mother Nature can be. I’m especially fond of gardens that float on the water. These are some of the water lilies on local canals, rivers, and ponds.
The dam at the bottom of Whitins Pond is different from any other dam in the area. But as far as I can tell, each dam — approximately 50 in all — is unique.
I found this one particularly interesting. It isn’t a particularly tall dam, but it is long and arching. A pretty dam.
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.
Although we have had a few heavy rains, and certainly had enough snow melt from the winter, spring has been dry this year. I knew it in my head, but I didn’t really know how dry until we visited Manchaug today.
This first gallery is Manchaug, spring and summer 2011.
Manchaug with birch trees
Manchaug Falls – 2011
It was dry. Under the little arched bridge, there was just mud. Except for a trickle, the stream is gone. The lake was reduced to puddles. The falls are gone.
I shot these pictures in May 2012. The previous winter had been without a single heavy snow. The dam was not quite dry, but certainly greatly reduced.
We all share the same aquifer, everywhere in Massachusetts. Although each of us has our own well, the source of our water is the same and I hope everyone will remember that and use water sparingly.
Manchaug won’t be gone forever. The water controllers probably closed a dam upstream to fill a lake for the Fourth of July festivities. Nonetheless, I find it unsettling. In the years I’ve been visiting Manchaug, I’ve never seen it so dry. Most of it is gone.
Nearly dry lake
Remainder of stream
I hope we get some rain. Soon.