Mourning the loss of beach season for the next few months
Sometimes, change is only recognized afterwards; you look back and see that you'd crossed some line or you suddenly realize something's different. Other times, you can understand that you'rein a moment of change.
I had a great summer this year. Every Friday off of work, telecommuting on Mondays, more time to enjoy photographing sunrises and to de-stress from work with friends and family. Amid some bigger challenges going on, there were so many little moments that were really great.
As we walked our dog, hunted casually for beach glass, and walked seemingly forever in our shorts and flip flops, we sometimes chatted and sometimes allowed ourselves to get lost in our thoughts. It was a great opportunity to reflect back, to appreciate the moments I had, was having, and to get closure on a wonderful but brief chapter in my story. Walking off the beach into a captivating sunset, it seemed easier to now seek out new moments as we soak in the beauty offered by autumn in New England.
Seeker of warmth, before winter robs it from me for a few months
In early fall, there's that point when you recognize the warm days begin to wane. The sun rises later, sets earlier, nights are cooler, and there aren't too many hot afternoons left to enjoy.
After the adrenaline of mountain biking through the woods one one of these types of days, I was driving home in a slightly different route than usual. I noticed a house I rarely pay attention to. It's old, made of stone, might've been a barn before being restored, and is beautiful. It's front was obscured by a mature hydrangea tree, with another large one by the road.
Spontaneously, I pulled over. After snapping off a couple of quick photos, I just stood. The house lay in shadow, but the late afternoon sun was still shining down on the hydrangea blooms which were now coloring from a healthy white to the burned orange of autumn. I slowed my brain and focused on smelling the outdoors, feeling the sun on my face, and opening my eyes to admire this small scene in front of me; letting my thoughts slow and senses take over was both a calming and invigorating moment.
The Good Life...
is filled with little snippets of time that can disproportionately impact our days. This is a chance to capture and share them.