I recently embarked on a 40 mile backpacking trip during an outdoorsy camp I went to in the heart of the Adirondack’s. While packing various fleece items, bug-spray, assorted mis-matched woolen socks and such, I looked over to my Nikon sitting on a nearby shelf. Do I really need to take this, I thought, looking down to my already overstuffed backpack. Something in me, despite the fact that it could get smashed, permanently lost or just flat out be a waste of space, realized sometimes you need to take opportunities to capture shots that you can only get while being attacked by mosquitos in the middle of the woods. After long days of hiking 7-11 miles, I would sit down in a mess of sleeping bags, dig out my camera and wander about, snapping shots of all the magnificent wilderness that surrounded me. One of the nights we slept on the summit of a mountain and woke up to witness a truly spectacular sunrise that bled stunning oranges and reds all over the neighboring mountain ranges. Thankfully, my Nikon did not get smashed or lost in the process of the trip and I found it to certainly not be a waste of space. Now I can look at this old camera of mine with a new fondness, knowing its traveled with me through the rough and rocky, and collected so many memories along the way. Here are an assortment of shots I took during my time on trail!
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)
“Yesterday all my troubles seemed so far away,” Paul McCartney once said. I found myself looking back today, on a refreshing bike trip my family and I took in Swanzey New Hampshire. Everything seemed to slip away into the crimson … Continue reading →
Yesterday was nothing but big blue sky’s and gentle breezes waltzing though the boughs of flowering trees. Fistfuls of green were breaking out left and right and pinky white blossoms tumbled off the lower trees, creating a fairy-like snow! Now I am beginning to love the opening feeling that spring evokes. Spring takes it’s own time, like a waltz. Each step is beautiful in it’s own place and the melody twists around the motion of the dance, slowly, but elegantly leading it. I found that if you take the time to meet each second and open yourself to the opportunities that life presents you, we can all embody the beauty of spring.
I recently had the pleasure of looking outside my window into an ocean of color with black tree branches stenciled up against it. It started at the crevasse with a deep amethyst hugh smudging the coppery pink clouds above it. It was truly a gorgeous sunset, so breathtaking that I ran out the door in my pajamas, with bare feet and a camera in hand to the end of my road to get these shots! I hope you all are receiving lovely spring weather and get to look out your window and see a a view as spectacular as the one I just saw!
I recently to a day trip down to Newport RI, and took a lovely walk along the sea. It was a gray afternoon with charcoal clouds hanging on the horizon, perfect for photography! I now truly understand why bad weather can really be a photographers best friend! Hope you all enjoy some shots I got of this really cool tunnel!