The many parks along the Blackstone River are friendly places. While we don’t form firm friendships there, we do meet people. We chat about our dogs, life in the valley, the cameras we are carrying, how low the water level has dropped and has anyone heard about rain on the way?
It was definitely a “camera day” yesterday. The park wasn’t crowded, but there were a fair number of people all spread out along the paths. Everyone had a camera or at least a cell phone. Why — other than the brilliant weather — would so many camera-laden folks be out?
I’m glad you asked. Every years, a huge number of baby — really tiny — snapping turtles climb up and sun themselves on the floating branches and rocks in the river. It’s an annual event. During some years, there are thousands of these babies. They won’t all survive and grow up. The river can only sustain a certain number of turtles, but for these couple of weeks starting just about on Garry’s birthday, there are turtles everywhere.
We weren’t in the best place for turtling. You have to start at the other end of the path in River Bend. When you walk from there to where we were, you’ll see them covering every rock and branch in the river.
I only got one snapshot and you really can’t see what’s there, but trust me — they are turtles. If they weather stays this nice, we can go back tomorrow and get some better pictures. I’ll bring my really long lenses and we’ll have an interesting photographic exercise in take pictures of really small creatures from a considerable distance. I had a 24 to 400mm lens, but it wasn’t enough. We really needed to be on the other end of the path. It sometimes seems no matter what camera and lens I’m carrying, I wish I’d brought the other one.
Meanwhile, along the path, we met a lovely lady who eagerly took pictures of both of us. It’s so rare that we get a picture of the two of us together — and the pictures came out really nicely — that I wish I’d gotten her name so I could put it with the photos.
It was just a day along the Blackstone and its Canal in one of the few places where the river and canal run parallel to each other. These two contiguous parks hold a lot of our memories. Our own long walks and walking with friends. Pictures of us, our dogs, Kaity as a little kid. It’s hard for me to imagine how we survived the city.