* photo walk
I haven’t been sleeping well and feel like I’m also fighting some sort of a bug. It’s the last sunny day (or so the weatherman says) after a record-breaking sunny, dry stretch and I knew I’d feel so much better if I was outside on a long walk. I was gone almost two hours. In the middle of the day! And I’m so glad I was.
There is something to be said for the cultures that stop at some point in the day to rest, sip tea, chat with friends, just to cease working and enjoy.
I took my camera because I am trying to learn how to take good pictures and I need practice. I am notorious for reading a great tutorial on manual settings or asking my husband how to set the aperture and then promptly forgetting everything I learned when it comes time to get a great picture. I can visualize how I think the shot should look but I forget if I leave it on AUTO or Av to shoot one of those cool bokeh pictures (blurry in the background with something in the foreground in crisp focus). If I actually find a good bokeh shot on my disk, I’m really just lucky. More often I get pictures like this, taken on my walk today:
But I did get some good shots. And most of all, I had such a wonderful time just being outside.
This was the sky today (honest, I took a picture of the sky!):
It’s fun looking UP!
Our colors are not at their peak yet but there are some trees and shrubs that are already showing off.
Would you feel comfortable if a strange woman was taking close-ups of your shrubs??
All the streets in our neighborhood are named after trees: Cherry, Spruce, Pine, Elm and ours is Chestnut. Doesn’t Chestnut sound like a cool name for a street? It is unless you have an actual chestnut tree in your front yard. They make a mess.
Let’s take a blurry zoom in to see what’s creating all this debris in the street…
Here’s a chestnut in its burr:
They ripen, fall off the tree and when they split open, the brown-shelled nut is inside.
You then roast them on an open fire while Jack Frost nips at your nose. I know street vendors sell roasted chestnuts in New York and my neighbors could do something similar in their driveway.
I finally ended up back in my own yard where I could snap pictures to my heart’s content without feeling like I was doing something sinister.
I know the rain is coming and I’m really ready for it. Everything is bone-dry and needs a good soaking. But I so enjoyed this beautiful fall day! Thanks for sharing it with me!
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This was the sky today (honest, I took a picture of the sky!):
It’s fun looking UP!
Our colors are not at their peak yet but there are some trees and shrubs that are already showing off.
Would you feel comfortable if a strange woman was taking close-ups of your shrubs??
All the streets in our neighborhood are named after trees: Cherry, Spruce, Pine, Elm and ours is Chestnut. Doesn’t Chestnut sound like a cool name for a street? It is unless you have an actual chestnut tree in your front yard. They make a mess.
Let’s take a blurry zoom in to see what’s creating all this debris in the street…
Here’s a chestnut in its burr:
They ripen, fall off the tree and when they split open, the brown-shelled nut is inside.
You then roast them on an open fire while Jack Frost nips at your nose. I know street vendors sell roasted chestnuts in New York and my neighbors could do something similar in their driveway.
I finally ended up back in my own yard where I could snap pictures to my heart’s content without feeling like I was doing something sinister.
I know the rain is coming and I’m really ready for it. Everything is bone-dry and needs a good soaking. But I so enjoyed this beautiful fall day! Thanks for sharing it with me!
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