Ever since moving from Maine 20+ years ago – I have to go back – only that place sings to my soul like no other – no matter how short a visit may be – each summer I try to go and “stock my pond” to inspire me through to the next summer. I can take photos – but nothing can capture the smell of the salt air, the balsam fir – the feel of the foggy misty days with the sound of fog bells dinging off shore or the sound of loons calling to each other. This summer we packed a lot of adventuring way up north into just a few short days – it was well worth it! (For the sake of accuracy: The last 6 photos were on our way home in NH or Vermont).
I can’t believe that it was January when I last wrote. I guess since most of what I like to post are photos and it was very white for very long, I didn’t have much to post! However, spring has sprung and now summer is on its way and the colors are beautiful, sunsets and green grass and spring flowers, lots of bumble bees and birds singing and spring born animal babies. Life is beautiful and maybe the winter makes us appreciate the color and life that much more! Photos to come!
If you read my last post, you will see that I said that I was worried when fall ended that I wouldn’t have much to photograph outside in the winter. Not only is it cold, but sometimes it’s just white…. white…. white… and white…. and I LOVE color, so I thought I wouldn’t find much to inspire my outdoor photography. I have been wrong. Today I left the only footprints at this park that I frequently go to in the summer and fall. I was the ONLY person there, enjoying the quiet stillness found after a newly fallen snow. The temperature was below zero, but there was no wind and the snowstorm yesterday created a beautiful landscape. Although this is just around the corner from my house, I have never gone to see the waterfall in winter. Shame on me. It was gorgeous. Not only was the snow from yesterday beautiful, but so was the ice all over the trees and rocks from the freezing mist of the waterfall. The photos do not do this justice. I think the only way to do that would be to get to the bottom, but the trail is closed off in winter. Also, the clouds were moving in and the sun was going down behind the hills, so the color really started to wash out on the falls/ice. I will go back the next time I see the sun peek out in the morning and if the sun is shining off of the ice, I am determined to capture it! No, I was not barefoot today, yes I was in blue jeans, and yes, my toes were very cold at the end of my hike, even in my warm boots with wool socks, but it was worth it! I hope you enjoy! Beauty is everywhere!
After the fall I was worried that the long white winter, white being the key word, wouldn’t give me much to be inspired to photograph – I was wrong. Yes, photos in the snow are pretty and the colors of hats and gloves and scarves can add to the photos. Horses playing in the snow are fun to photograph – but today when I woke up, it truly was a winter wonderland outside and I bundled up and walked around looking at the amazing ice covered world and found my inspiration. Enjoy!
“You don’t make a photograph just with a camera. You bring to the act of photography all the pictures you have seen, the books you have read, the music you have heard, the people you have loved.”
― Ansel Adams
This is my first day of my new blog. I will focus on my photography, but also on life that leads to the photos, and the quote above is the perfect place to start.