I have noticed that as I walk and drive around there are shoes. Along the roadside, in parking lots, in all sorts of odds places. And these shoes are orphans, somehow forgotten or lost. Some look as if the owner has walked out of them and kept striding along, some obviously fell off car roofs and some kicked off by children and not noticed by the caregiver. It does make me wonder what the stories are behind these lost soles, what brought them to the lowly station they now reside in. There are stories in those shoes that we can’t know.
We are in the waning days of summer, and though there are still summer like days ahead, the chill of autumn is in the night air. The dew is heavier on the grass in the morning and the sky has that brilliant blue that only comes in the fall. As the final days of summer run out on the calendar I feel a hesitancy to accept the change of seasons, as if I have not used my summer days to the best of my ability and squandered the long, hot days. And yet I always look forward to the freshness of a new season stretching out, unsullied before me. Full of potential adventures and events and discoveries.
For me fall is a time for great deep breaths of air filled with the scents of fields, leaves, bonfires and that crispness that is particularly autumn.
It is a time when summer things are used one more time before being stored for the winter, and when jackets come out of the closet heralding the changing weather ahead. The sun slants differently across the days, delivering what warmth it has in an ever shortening day.
I have not been very far from home in geographical miles in a number of years, as a matter of fact my passport is well past its shelf date. All my recent journeys have been close to home, shorter in duration and yet often as revealing as grand expedition. I love to plan trips to all sorts of places, and even have a file of where to stay for each trip. It is a great way to take a quick break from a busy schedule and I don’t even have to pack! Or end up with jet lag. Of course it is not the real thing, just a glimpse to hold me over until I can get there.
So, today I decided to delve back into some old images from a trip to Sweden taken back when you had to pack film! Remember those days? Counting the rolls to make sure you didn’t lose any and not knowing how the images would look until you got the prints back? I would like to go back to Sweden again, and see more of the countryside. We only got as far as Gripsholm Castle due to time limits. Amazing how quickly 10 days passes when you lose 2 to travel.
I try to get where I can when I can, but until I am holding that updated passport I will have to do stateside trips, which could fill up years of vacation time. It’s all out there waiting to be seen!
I usually don’t get to post more than once a week, but this week is different with everyone back on fall schedules. I got out on another hike this morning and as usual had the trail to myself. Maybe all this hiking is in response to the 2 shows that are coming up at the end of the month. I know it will leave my studio walls bare and I want to feel I am creating more to fill them. Needless to say I have files upon files of images I have slotted to print from, it is just a crunch time feeling. Here is where I was today, a revisit to a popular swimming spot, though not when I was there back in the winter! Today it was also deserted, and not nearly as thundering. Once again the dry summer shows. The area is strewn with huge boulders you have to pass by to get down to the water. In the winter it is a bit too icy due to the spray blowing and freezing, so you have to trek around and about to get to the base. The water is also lower now so it was easy to walk along the edges for a different angle.
I spent the morning in the woods behind my house looking at how low the water was and actually crossing to the opposite side. Being able to do that with dry feet let me see the stream in a whole new perspective. It was interestring to see familar features from a new angle, which resulted in dozens of photos, though most for documenting the unusual shallowness.
The summer has been so dry that I was expecting the level to be even lower, but I guess like ourselves it has hidden reserves to draw upon. Everything was very green, no real hint of fall yet. I wanted to make sure I got down there since Hurricane Issac is due to drop some rain on us which could change the flow pretty quickly if enough rain falls. So far it has just spattered a bit here and there, hardly leaving any puddles. The woods were very quiet, only the occassional plop of a frog jumping into the water and my own footsteps broke the silence. I love to be out in the woods, and didn’t see any sign of our local bear, which is a good thing as I do not wish to stumble upon any that might be also out enjoying the morning.
The second image is just a bit to the side of the first, but the rocks feel different to me. The sweep of water has gone by and it is a bit clearer. I also pulled out some of the debris that had lodged there and was catching any bits and pieces it could. We have had some very high water times in the stream where the rush could be heard up the hill at the house. Sometimes it goes well over the banks as it hurries to the swamp, and then the small tributary across the way. We have watched the stream for the last 20 years as it has risen and fallen, frozen and thawed and it is never the same after each. Ice storms have brought down huge trees, branches have snapped and new tress have sprouted. All of which has gone on since well before humankind and hopefully will continue well after. Though the trees aren’t giants there is a real primeval feel to the spot with all the big rocks the retreating glaciers left behind. I always feel refreshed after a trip back there even if I end up with no fabulous pictures.