A bright, beautiful first morning at the cabin
It rained hard most of the day yesterday and started off with heavy rain this morning, too.
Rays of sunshine through the last of the morning mist
It’s ironic. All summer, it has been sunny and dry. Beautiful weather, pretty much from May through September. As soon as we got to Maine, it began to rain.
And then, it rained …
Maybe it’s nature’s way of telling me I need to relax … to not run around doing “stuff.” Still, it is gorgeous here and I was looking forward t the opportunity to take some pictures.
Rain, rain …
I did take some shots of the rain yesterday, but it’s hard to see it. You can see it’s wet, but the rain is elusive.
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.
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.