As I sat crocheting in my chair I was reminded why in the fall I move that chair from under the window facing into the room to facing the window (the practical part of me would say it is because with the colder weather coming it is better to be sitting away from windows and outside walls so you feel less of a chill and thereby use less oil for heat).
A while back I had seen a post on Instagram of the Artists Bridge but the wooden barriers placed to keep vehicles from driving through were missing, it took me a moment and then I realized the person had photo shopped them out of the picture. I didn’t like it. For me it is one thing to use filters to sharpens the colors, and I am okay with cropping the photo to get rid of anything I don’t like on the periphery but to edit something out, and as I have seen in other photos add something in, doesn’t see like photography to me.
Is this photo any less lovely for having the wooden barriers in it?
A few weeks back I had missed my turn and passed by what appeared to be a fogged in pond. As I turned around and made my way back I saw it again and it looked like it ran alongside the road I was taking to get to Doubling Point Light. It turned out to be a field not a pond, and while the view from the side road was nice it was not as mysteriously pretty as it had looked from the main road.
The bonus was this little spot directly across the street.
Having visited Portland Head Light on a handful of occasions I had never previously ventured any farther than the lighthouse and nearby fort. In July of this year something finally clicked in my head that Fort Williams Park is actually a large beautiful space and deserved more exploration. The problem in July was that less than an hour into my visit my body betrayed me by bringing my current medical issue back to the front of my consciousness, as a result a return home was the only option for me.
In planning my expedition for this day I admitted fairly early on that I did not want to travel too far and I wanted the expedition to be somewhat brief allowing for me to spend the larger portion of the day at home working away at multiple projects I have going on.
The weather was fantastic, 60 degrees at 5:30 on a November morning. In addition to exploring the other fort buildings and walking trails I was treated to being able to admire dogs and their people running, jumping, and playing. The park has a policy that allows for dogs to run free for the most part. I also got the joy of meeting three of the lovely creatures, feeding my dog snuggling need.
What caught my eye here was the tufts of grass growing at the base of the fence. Seeing that the path had been built upon railroad ties these tufts of graft growing spoke to my sense of fascination with how plants will grow anywhere.
This spot in the botanical garden is always quiet, but this year it has also become a simplified space. In previous years there have been plant pots and even a fairy house on the deck with this bench which made it seem like a secret niche. Now with nothing on the deck but the bench I think differently each time I look at it; sometimes it seems something is missing, too open of a space, but other times it simplicity seems perfect, why would you need other stuff, just sit and enjoy the nature around you.
Howl’s Moving Castle is one of my favorite movies, and another one of those situations where I have owned the book for some time but have yet to read it.
This house is known in the area as the Kodak house it’s been around since I was in high school. The way it goes is that some one high up in the Kodak Corporation had the house designed to resemble one of their old style cameras.
After the pubic beach at Biddeford Pool I traveled the short distance to Fortunes Rocks, as I parked the car I got this site of the sun trying to make it’s debut.
5-10 minutes later the sun was winning.
By the time I left I declared the sun the winner.
The weather forecast yesterday indicated that this morning would be foggy, however when I woke and looked out the window it was clear. I decided to head out anyway with the idea of seeing the lighthouse at Biddeford Pool. When I got to the turn at Fortunes Rocks Road the fog was thick as soup.
Recently I had a problem with my eye temporarily blurring and as I walked the beach I thought it was happening again, but finally I realized the fog was causing my glasses to mist over. I stood and laughed at myself for a good few moments.
I describe the beach in three stripes: the dry stripe which is that soft stuff farthest away from the water’s edge and is what sticks to your feet the most, the packed stripe which is the hard packed middle section where you don’t sink in as you walk, and the quicksand stripe which is at the water’s edge and if you stand still you begin to sink.
When walking on the packed stripe, if I was closer to the dry stripe I could hear but not see the water. After a while I walked toward the water and after a time wandering and looking at rocks and shells, I turned and could see nothing of the houses on the shoreline. I knew that I just had to walk away from the water to see where I was, but there was that moment when I thought I am not really sure where I am in relation to where I parked the car.
Of course this had the hallmarks of a mystery/thriller; the fog so thick you couldn’t see the killer coming at you until the very last moment.
I have been having an internal struggle with being alone, which tends to get prominent on the weekends, this morning was no exception. I had been lecturing myself while driving up the highway; reminding myself of all the gifts in my life, one of them being the ability to make these expeditions.
Not more than an hour earlier I had seen a large church with its doors wide open but I had no real desire to go inside. I was drawn to this chapel and was delighted to find the door open and no one about. In addition to taking some photos of the utterly stunning interior I enjoyed just sitting in the stillness.
When I took a photo of the chapel from the viewpoint of the altar I noted the bible there open and waiting.
I walked away from the altar to take some photos of the windows, but shortly made my way back to the altar. I felt that finding this chapel like this was meant to help me with my struggle and I knew that whatever reading the book was opened to was meant for me. Feeling so inspired I did not just read the passage, I read it out loud hearing the words echo through the space.
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