At the end of a weekend in Maine, my family and I headed up to serene New Harbor and took a walk down Pemaquid Point. The afternoon had reached a boiling point and my bare feet had to quickly hop from one barnacle covered boulder to the next, as I ventured down the long stretch of rock, rising from the vivid, turquoise water. I had fun experimenting with different shutter speeds on my camera, which gave an ethereal look to the water. Children of all ages enjoyed standing atop the massive slabs of rock as if they ruled the world, and older folk sat in the calm of the afternoon, dipping their feet into title pools. I found pleasure in taking loads of pictures while swiftly moving through the sea breezes with gravel covered feet. It sure proved to be a perfect afternoon!
After a week and half in a small Vermont town nestled in the Green Mountains, my black lab, Sadie, and I, can always communicate one thing to each other, lets stay up here forever! We’ve been going up since I was 3 or 4 to my grandparents house, and relishing every moment of each day since then. I can always sense why Sadie has such a strong love for the area. Open fields and every smell imaginable are at her disposal, as well blueberries in the fall, beneath the blueberry bush. Although she is 11 now, she acts as if she where 5 when we’re there. Sadie takes long walks (and runs) during the day, then rests by my grandfathers feet in perfect contentedness, as an inky night swallows the day. She is most happiest when her graying paws are prowling through the long grass, as she stalks her newest smell. Not only does Sadie hold Vermont so dearly in her heart, but I also, find I am in total nirvana when I’m up there. Something about the mountains makes me feel as if possibilities are infinite and the world is opening up in a set of pastel marionettes, dangling from the sky. Also, the people I have grown to know smile as if life is just unraveling itself to be beautiful in the moment. What stands out is the character that the region embodies, and the love and beauty that the character represents. Here are a collection of photos from my previous visit, that I hope can symbolize how much this gorgeous place, it’s quirks and it’s people truly means to me (and Sadie)!
(this dog isn’t Sadie)
( Ms. Sadie with my 35 mm)
( farm fresh cherries, resting dangerously on my legs…the quart was a bit less heavy by the end of the car ride)
What will you find in the city streets? On a recent trip to Jamaica Plain, I realized a city’s story and feel, is characterized by it’s people. Everyone in JP has a unique presence that makes the streets so interesting to photograph. JP is one of those funky finds where it seems like wherever you may be, the bustling tempo of the city slows down enough for you to appreciate your surroundings. For instance, on a walk around Jamaica Plain’s pond, I noticed how people ambled along in no hurry, some even taking time to stop and listen to a jam session that was just starting up. If you ever happen to be in the Boston area, JP should not missed! Here are some shots I got from the day!
I recently took a trip down to Northampton MA and strolled through the bustling streets. People were pouring out of shops everywhere as the sunny afternoon seemed to melt into the crooked sidewalks. Street musicians strummed on their guitars with their melancholy songs drifting away into the soft breezes. People of all types were enjoying this gorgeous afternoon. Children and their parents bicycled down the main street alongside groups of serious bikers, equipped in their special bike clothes. My dad and I walked downtown, admiring the architecture and inhaling wafting aromas coming out of little cafes. We later found the Northampton Brewery with a roof deck drenched in sunlight. The staff was pleasant and the food was superb. I have never tasted mussels as delicious and garlicky as the ones we had there. The flatbread was fantastic as well with plump cherry tomatoes bursting at the press of a fork. After our satisfying lunch, we ventured to the center of town were we ambled into little stores filled with nice people and funky finds. After hours of poking about, we found ourselves at the famous Herrell’s Ice Cream. The entire store was bustling with adults and children licking waffle cones and making their way through a maze of others waiting in line. With a floppy hat on my head, a much too large Nikon camera swinging off my neck and dripping cup of dutch orange chocolate ice cream in hand, I found myself in a bit of a pickle at the door. As if communicating that my shoelace was stuck on the door was hard enough with a maraschino cherry in my mouth, people were pouring into the store as I helplessly tugged my foot with ice cream dripping onto my hand. Finally I escaped the clutches of the door and took to cleaning off the chocolate from my hair, arm, hands, shirt and camera. Our last stop was The Hungry Ghost Bread, which had some darn amazing bread. We left Northampton with satisfied stomachs, two loaves of bread and a camera full of pictures!
On my most recent adventure, I traveled with my family to the backroads of southwest Colorado. We embarked on various day trips, such as seeing the ancient cliff dwellings at Mesa Verde, that have survived hundreds of years after their abandonment in 1300 A.D.. Just the 20 mile access road curving treacherously around bends dipping into steep canyons, was a mesmerizing trip of it’s own. Another day, we took a trip to the bustling town of Durango and found all sorts of goodies like a croissant bakery with buttery fruit and chocolate filled croissants coming right out of the oven! Not just the diverse scenery in Colorado is special, but the people as well. From the waitresses and waiters at the restaurants, to a shopkeeper or someone you’re sitting next to at dinner, everyone’ll ask where your from and stir up a lovely chat, just spur of the moment.
Being from out east, I never expected I’d see as many animals in a year, as I encountered on this trip. Plenty of ravens where always to be found, not mention the turkey vultures, buffalos, deer, mountain sheep, elk, coyotes, at least 1000 horses and cows and one suspicious black wolf. It seemed the animals where as relaxed and friendly as the people (minus that one suspicious wolf).
It’s impossible to not come back home without a little country twang in your voice, and whole lot of love for the wild west once you’ve been to southwest Colorado. I highly encourage a trip for you and your camera out there if you get the chance!