It seems that when the valley gets to temperatures in the hundreds, my mind drifts off into thoughts of favorite water shots that I’ve taken in the past. There’s something almost cooling about them. With pictures being worth a thousand words, I tend to conjure up old memories of my favorite places too.
Reflection at Whitehawk Ranch
Even though the temperatures are high, these photos make me think about how cool it would be to dip my toes into any of these waters. Westlake Park sits on the west side of Santa Cruz and I spent countless hours playing there as a child. The Montage at Laguna Beach hosts magnificent views of the Pacific. Whitehawk Ranch holds a serenity that is very hard to find in many places these days. What are some of your coolest memories and do you have a favorite place you like to go to when things get a bit hot?
One last blog with photos taken on my vacation. Perkins Cove in Maine to be exact.
When I put together my photo book from our vacation, I kept coming back to this grouping of photos. There’s something about the place that I want to keep in my mind. Photos have a great way of doing just that. When we are out and about, I always offer to take strangers photos when I see them struggling to get a selfie to commemorate where they’ve been. Most people are very excited when I offer. I go a step further. I think about lighting, shadows, and the general surroundings. I take a shot far away and move in a couple of times. Then I wait to make sure that they are happy with the shots. It takes a few seconds and it makes them so happy. I tell them to have a great day and go on my way. Maybe the world could be a less troubled place if we all just showed a little kindness here and there. Go out and do something nice for a stranger today. It will make both of you feel good.
While we were in Maine, we happened upon an area that sparked our interest. We needed a place to walk after several days of being on vacation. We stopped at The Rachael Carson Wildlife Refuge outside of Kennebunkport. It was a beautiful walk and it was easy to see the effects the tides have on the area as the walk is elevated.
The Tidal Effects
It reminded me, at times, of being back in my childhood home of Santa Cruz, California. It was quite wooded and there were the occasional hitchhiker’s. In this one area, by the Pink Lady Slippers, was were the hitchhiker’s landed on my hat and took a ride into town. I thought I was feeling raindrops, as it was a bit drizzly, but once we got back to Kennebunkport a gentleman in the store started commenting on the inchworm travelers that had attached themselves to my hat. He thought I might be upset that they were there. I like inchworm’s, and I had been watching them on a sign while we were taking our walk, so it didn’t trouble me at all. Well, it did a bit because I wanted to make sure that they were happy in their new plant homes.
Wild Pink Lady Slippers
I think they probably liked hanging from the trees much better than the plants we found for them. We didn’t have time to drive them back to the Wildlife Refuge. Now that I’ve returned home, I can only hope that they are living lovely lives in Kennebunkport, Maine.
My sister was disappointed that my first blog, once back from vacation, wasn’t a beautiful sunset from Cabo San Lucas. I was disappointed that I didn’t have a wonderful photo of a sunset from Mexico as well. It just wasn’t meant to be. It wasn’t until we were in Barnstable, Massachusetts that we found Sandy Neck Beach. We could see a storm coming, so we headed to Hyannis to grab dinner by the docks.
By the time we finished our lobster meal at the harbor in Hyannis, the skies didn’t seem quite so filled with dark clouds and the stormy weather seemed to be moving on. As we began to drive back to the Bursley Manor, where we were staying, we could see that the sunset might finally be one worth photographing.
We were hoping to make it back to the beach in time to watch the setting sun. We made it with only a few moments to spare. It was a lovely sight. It felt like something I would be viewing while watching the sun on the Pacific Coast.
This one captures the sand dunes and the quiet beach. I was thinking that this beach would be anything but quiet during a storm and though the clouds had seemed very thick, when we were there earlier, they had lifted to reveal this beautiful sunset. I’d like to return to sit on the sand and fully take in another gorgeous East Coast sunset.