My childhood friend, Melissa, aka Mac, came to the Island this weekend. She too, has a lovely Canon Rebel and we spent all of Saturday running around taking pictures – here are mine
The village of Stonington, Maine is just – well – breathtaking
Playing with the macro attachments!
Perspective! AKA Belly time!
I dragged Mac over to Barred Island and we spent some fun time tripping over roots and checking out shadows and light
Macro! I never realized how pretty moss was.
I started playing with my F settings and exposure – a few of my photos were “washed” out – however, I was able to recover much of it with my photo editor.
This is how the sun hits pink granite on the – macro of x7
I saw this mushroom – and instantly I thought of the Smurfs – then I get up and Mac said the same thing. It’s amazing how sometimes we think alike!
To end the day (Before food that is!) we hit up Sand Beach – tide was still high – but it was still a breathtaking sight to see.
A few shots of a nice evening sunset on Deer Isle.
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….
The sunflowers are in Lille Maine and the sunsets are in Stonington and Deer Isle, Maine – taken on the same day!
I have to admit. The sunsets on the coast are wicked – it has to be the whole ocean thing.
I really do enjoy this island – after work on a Friday, I decided to go snapping pictures instead of going to the gym.
I do enjoy taking a look at things from different perspectives – and sometimes up close and person is best.
Check out the clouds – cotton candy in a sea of blue
I have yet to go inside the Opera House (yes, yes, I will go maybe when Jules visits)
I don’t get “sunsets” where I am living, instead I get that sweet glow of blue, oranges, and yellows – which can be better sometimes.
I can’t wait for longer days to hang out on my porch, do my nightly scheduling, and watch the boats come in.
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.