On some nights, you just know when the light is going to make the sky a fiery orange…..
Sometimes you take a few pictures and the light shifts again, different refractions on the sky, the water, on the atoms in the air….. and you come away with a whole different look….
I ended up with a shorter day today – so I decided to
skip the gym (you know many of my blogs start off that way!) – and hit up Barred Island – It’s a mile in and a mile out – you MUST go during low tide and you’ll have 2hrs before and 2hrs after (the hike in is about 45 mins)
The trail is worn, the earth bare to the snarled roots of the surrounding trees.
Then as you come closer to the shore, feet and time have cut a swath of earth away and revealed the granite beneath – making for a solid walk way to the beach
Then – the beach – at low tide you’ve got about 2hrs before and 2hrs after the “low point” of the tide. You can walk over to the Island and explore it – along with the shore – it’s a great view – I’d love to hit it up at sunset – but not having to walk back thru that trail at deep dusk
It’s a real fun walk, you’ve got sand, rocky area, lovely huge granite rocks – and nothing like that great sea air.
I decided to skip the gym one afternoon, and go running around on the rocky shores of Sand Beach.
Not the sunniest day, but cold and gorgeous (Its April!)
One of the best parts of working this home care job, is the places I go and things I see. Typically, its go, go, go. But I can get out of the car, snap 10 pictures in under five minutes. I just have to drive fast to make up for the time, right? (I’m joking!)
These are the same pictures, one is HDR’ed slightly more than the other – its an old rushed out truck sitting somewhere around Harbour Side, Me. On these wicked twisty, turn roads.
I love how the ice makes jigsaw puzzle like patterns on the edge of the water!
Taken from the front walkway of the Boyce Motel one fine evening in Stonington, Me
This is what happens during laundry time – I get bored and take pictures of things….. name that object!
There is beauty in everything – and in everything there is beauty.
I drove this area last year, but this lovely motorcycle, I had never seen (more than likely covered by snow). This year, during one of the many thaws, I spotted it on my way home and snagged a few pictures. Interesting how the rust bleeds through the paint – they sure don’t make em like they used too!
The on thing about the coast, is it’s always changing. One day the ground is clear, the next 24 inch of snow!
We got slammed and are waiting on more in the next 24 hours. Go down south they said, it’s warmer they said!
I love these old places, there is so much character here!
When it snows, typically the next day the sky is bright blue and the water is gorgeous as calm.
The colors just started to come in through the hazy clouds as I drove home today, snapped a few pictures. I’ve gotten into the habit carrying my camera with me.
My wife, god love her, as I do, isn’t an outdoors person. I am. ATVs, hiking, walking in the woods, going off and finding abandon houses, tramping along the railroad bed. But, I did get her to climb Haystack Mountain! Whooot!
The hike up was great, the sun was nice, and a few good pictures were had!
We often forget what is just in our back yard, and the gorgeous world that is around us, every single day. Cotton Candy Clouds on a Bed of Blue….
A few of these might make it up onto our wall one day. Was a great, short stint up rocky terrain.
Abandoned, overgrown houses and barns always make me think of what would the world look like if people began dying off, or an EMP hit, or some plague struck us down. (Not a zombie thing!). Half eaten meals on a table, VCR tape still jutting from a VCR, a coat draped over a now overturned kitchen chair. Trees and brush sprouting through the basement floors, edging up the stairs and into the 2nd story of the house. So I decided to go venture out and find a few of these places and just “look around”. I’ve been feeling very lackluster about writing lately, but passionate about taking photos, maybe I could get one to spark the other into gear.
There is a sadness in places like this and a story. Why was the house left like that? Why is all their “stuff” still here. Of the odd things you see while traveling, that make no sense in the realm of the world. The WTF things.
Or the beauty that hides in the areas, the wild grass, the wayward trees, the hidden treasures in the overgrown brush that tangle your feet.
We did come across a car from yesteryear. To which my nephew, Rhys asked “Can we take the steering wheel!” What a guy!
Those places, those once-homes to humans or animals, are relics frozen in time with dust and cobwebs. Snapshots into time that has just transpired, the blink of an eye if you think of the age of this rock we live on.