These are some shots of a little lake area in Vermont I came across on my way to Maine.
Before they left, my really cool campground neighbors, the Hubbell’s, asked me what technique I used to get these type of shots…
That’s me in the lower right mini-bus reflection. But the rest of the photo is who I am on the inside. Obviously there is something seriously wrong with me.
Heading to Burlington, Vermont today. I need to find a place where the tourists are not. I’d like to make camp for at least a week so that I can put in some consulting hours and start writing a new book tentatively titled “The Implications of the Soul.” In the mean time, here are more shots of Letchworth State Park…
This is a beautiful state park in western New York state. Unfortunately, I have to leave Friday because they are booked up.
Waves, barely six inches high, rolled in upon the sugary white sand as I sat waiting for the light. A family with three dogs played in the surf a hundred yards down the beach, the dogs happily running back and forth though the water. A couple walk by, and as usual, the tripod catches their attention. Even though I’m obviously not taking their picture, their manner takes on an air of self-consciousness. A young woman strolls by, smiles and shoots me the peace sign. I wave back.
Later, as I’m putting away my equipment another woman approaches me and asks me about my camera. She’s confused on which camera to buy, and is rattling off a bunch of specs. She says she doesn’t want to do a lot of digital processing, wants to get it right straight out of the camera. She says that to her, the purity of the process is the whole point. I shake my head and say that for me, the whole point of taking a picture is to take a great picture. I forget to give her my card.
I climb on my bike and ride back through the darkness.
Some more shots from Oscar Scherer. These are from Picnic Area #1 – what is now called “South Creek Picnic Area”…
This is a shot of my campsite at Oscar Scherer State Park on the west coast of Florida. I lived here as a child for about 2 and a half years. Lots of adventures and great memories. More than any other place I’ve lived, I have always felt this was “home.” Seemed like a good place to stop on my way north.
Shot the Sawgrass overpass this morning. The big field in the foreground is where locals fly their model airplanes.