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.
Isn’t it funny how certain things will bring back a memory instantly? Some friends went to Carmel recently and dropped by a book with lovely photos of the cottages in it. You’d think that I would have flashed to walking through the village. We did just that, not so long ago. What flashed through my mind was a day in 2005 that I went to the Carmel beach by myself. It was a gorgeous day and the climate was perfect, not too hot, not too cold, not very windy, yet it was windy enough to watch the sea spray lift off the waves.
First View From the Beach
Surfing the Big Waves
2005 My Favorite Day at the Carmel Beach
It was one of those days that you have to silently sit in the sand and watch the power of the ocean. It was a day that I will never forget. The power of this memory is so strong, it’s a bit like the way a song will instantly take you back in time. I have gone to the beach many times since 2005 but it has never been this magnificent.
It’s been really hot and smokey here; triple digits as they say. I don’t like the heat so I was filling my mind with the following images with the hope that, if I could cool my mind, my body would surely follow.
Octopus Ice Image
Well, we all know that I wasn’t exactly successful at that, but it did make me hope for a long, cool, and snowy winter. It’s not that far off, and if the forecasters are correct, I might just fish my wish.
Winter Sunset Over The Mill Pond
Summer is great up in the Sierra’s but it is the stillness of the winter that fills me with one of my favorite sounds, silence. Graeagle, CA is a special place, and when all the summertime families leave, there is a calmness that descends on the quiet little town.
Eureka Peak With Snow
My favorite time is January, February, or March when they hold the “World Famous Longboard Races.” It is some of the best times that I have ever had, but you’ve got to have snow, lots and lots of snow!
Last weekend we went on a hike in the Sierra Nevada Mountains. We left from a place named Gray Eagle Lodge. The pathway was often shady and you could hear running water most of the time, which somehow makes it seems a little cooler.
Pathway to the Wild Flowers
There were some flowers left and some that were fading away. The insects didn’t seem to mind that the flowers were going away. I wonder what is of interest when all the pollen seems to have been removed from the flower…..
End of the Flowers
This poor plant was almost completely gone. Good eating for the bugs, I suppose. I liked the shadows that were cast from what remained of the leaves.
There is a very small daisy that grows in the mountains and I have been trying to capture it, as my eye sees it, for ages now. I know this isn’t in perfect focus. Nothing about it is in focus, but I like the softness and true color of it.
Pretty in Purple
The hike was lovely and the surprise waterfalls were energetically running with cool mountain water. It’s this crazy little daisy that I cherish most. I might never take another picture of one. It’s simplicity is what draws me to it. I appreciate the simple things in life, whether it be a hike, a sunset, or a photo. The simple things are by far the most precious.
Last weekend we had the pleasure of getting to know some new friends. We spent the day together and thoroughly enjoyed their company. (You are never too old to make new friends.)
The day couldn’t have been more perfect and it ended in this stunning sunset. It was almost as if the sky was sending us a smile regarding a most memorable day.
Across the Pool
The reflections ‘cross the pool were amazing. I do not think these photos do that particular sunset the justice it deserves. (I tried to duplicate the colors exactly, but I often find that my eyes see things in a different manner than the camera captures them.)
Vividly Lit Up Sky
All I could say was, “Wow, this is amazing.” I hope you share a beautiful sunset soon, with someone who is important to you. Take the time to enjoy those gorgeously simple moments.
My neighbor has one of the loveliest yards that I have ever seen. Every time that I pass by it, I marvel in the colors that grace this place.
I’ve known this neighbor for years and stopped the other day to mention how lovely the poppies were that had just been pulled out and replanted with begonias.
Although the flowers were brilliant and quite a spectacle, “they needed to come out so the begonias could become established for the summer months ahead.” My neighbor is terminally ill and has a high hope to see those flowers in full bloom.
It puts things in perspective…..Shouldn’t life just be about enjoying the simple things?
Last week I had a lovely time in Golden Gate Park with my family. It was breezy and overcast but it didn’t dampen our spirits while we shared a picnic together. It is times like those, that I want to hold in my mind and never forget.
Sierra Forget Me Nots
With that thought in mind, I think it is about time to share a poem that I wrote in 1989. It is ageless, as are my memories, and was inspired by a phone call from an old friend.
Every time I look at these flowers in my yard, they bring me memories of the Mendocino Coast.
Poppy in Golden Gate Rose Garden
Poppy from our day in the park; another special memory.
Stop at Marin Headlands Look back at San Francisco
These photos are worth a thousand words. What I like most about them, is the way they flood me with wonderful memories. If you’ve been thinking about someone a lot, why don’t you give them a call? (Didn’t PacBell have a slogan? “reach out and touch someone”) We all know people who, when you see each-other or talk on the phone, it seems as though no time has passed between you. Those are the people this poem was written for, so if you are a friend or former classmate, this poem’s for you. You’ve given me lovely memories that I truly cherish.
I recently traveled up to Canada and spent six hours in The Butchart Gardens. It was divine! I’ve been slow on my posts because of this trip, and I hope to share some special moments with you, now that I have returned. The garden is a very busy place. It is not only busy with tourists but insects too. It was easier to catch a flower with a bug on it than not. I think the insects should be included in photos with the flowers; if we did not have them working so hard, we would be in sorry shape here on Earth.
Getting nectar from the flowers.
The Sunken Garden was one of my favorite places at Butchart Gardens. It is filled with flowers and this is surely the place that I would want to be, if I were a bee. This area was filled with people, but if you are patient, you can catch a photo without people and have a bee included, as they are happily flying about everywhere.
Life in The Sunken Garden.
Look at the legs on this bee. Busy, productive day.
Legs heavy with pollen.
The Dahlia’s were in full bloom and absolutely beautiful. We had gone to The Dahlia Barn outside of North Bend, WA and are eagerly awaiting our April shipment, 2015.
I’m off to organize the trip with my photos. I’m going to try to be back on my Tuesday blog schedule by next week. Until then, go out and smell the roses, clip the dahlias for a bouquet, and fully enjoy your weekend.