Quiet this time of year. Most tourists are gone, now, so the streets aren’t crowded.
If you are a photographer, you make take it as a sign that God loves you when having hauled your reluctant body out of bed while it’s still dark, then hike half a mile carrying all your gear to the beach while all the starving blood-sucking insects in the state gather to enjoy you as their breakfast buffet.
Suffer for your art? But you get a reward that is more than worth any and all of your efforts, because before you, as the mist burns away, a sunrise and a golden sun so breathtaking rises before you … and you are there and ready.
This is a day when your camera works perfectly, your batteries don’t run out, your lens is in perfect alignment, your eyes see and you capture exactly what you want to capture … and everything is in focus.
It doesn’t happen often. When it does, when it all comes together perfectly … then you must treasure it … savor it … and share it.
At times like these, it makes you remember why you started taking pictures in the first place.
That morning I discovered wet sand reflects light like a mirror. You can see the way the tide changes the shape of the sand along the shore.
Each moment is more beautiful than the one before it. Really, the entire time is probably no more than half an hour, but it’s a lifetime of beauty.
Later, I walked to the river and found this house. This is the Ogunquit River, just about a quarter of a mile before it joins the ocean. The house is virtually part of the river.
The only way I could find to get across the river to the house was by this “bridge,” really just a piece of wood across the rapids and falls. I declined to test it.
And finally, on my way back to our room, I found a hint of autumn near the beach in a small woodland area between the marsh and the shore.
Maria Von Trapp died today at the age of 99. Here’s a bit of her real story.
Prologue Magazine: The real story of the Von Trapp Family. The real story is a lot less sweet than “The Sound of Music,” but far more interesting and believable.
If you enjoy history and like to know the real story behind the Hollywood version, this is wonderful information that will make “The Sound of Music” more than just a pretty movie with nice music.
See on www.archives.gov
I’ve been to beautiful places and done nothing but watch the rain pour down for a full week. Talk about depressing. This time, it was a crummy hotel … but the weather was as good as it gets. Perfect. We could get up, go out and enjoy Cape Cod. I have to admit: brilliant weather trumps […]
Autumn is New England’s super saturated season. In a good year, when weather cooperates, the trees look electrified. The color can be so bright it seems impossible, unreal. Not every year is vintage. Too much rain, early snow, too warm and autumn will be dull. Sometimes, a big storm will strip the trees before they […]
All over the valley, they are remodeling old mills and turning them into office space, housing, places for crafts and shopping. This mill is in North Smithfield Rhode Island. It bears the name of Mill No. 4, 1911. I haven’t been able to find out more. Yet. I’ll keep searching, but meanwhile, Mill No. 4 […]
To be a Gloucesterman was to be revered as among the bravest of the doughty New England fisherman to put out to sea.
While we stayed in Rockport, we visited Gloucester, which is “next door” and just down the road. Some pictures from the visit … summertime along a rocky New England shore.
There are many legends and stories associated with this shoreline, some true, some tall tales, some where the truth is impossible to know.
Rumor says that “shore pirates” would wave lanterns on this shoreline to lure ships onto the rocks so that the marauders could steal the cargo. Such stories are so widespread that there is probably truth in at least some of them, but no one is left alive to tell the true tale.