All posts tagged: photography

Close Encounters of the Bat Kind

No matter where I travel to, I like to get up early to watch the sun rise. Which is what when I was doing when I decided to take a quick picture of my coffee cup. This quickly devolved into me fiddling around way too long for the perfect shot of a second hand Star Trek mug found in the cabinets of my Airbnb rental. While I continued to shift the cup around, a bat swooped past my face, sweeping it’s wing through my hair. Turns out it was living under the eves of the overhang covering the wide porch of our weekend cabin. My goal on every mountain trip is to spend time watching for animals sightings, mission accomplished.

A Fresh Start for Fall

I feel like I’ve spent the last few months in a heat induced haze literally and figuratively. The Carolinas languished in a sweltering heat bubble, becoming so hot and humid I abandoned many outdoor plans this summer. I also got a new job within the company I work for, as a corporate debt collector. Don’t wince for me, I actually like it! But it has come with new pressures and expectations, and I had to take a few months off from writing while I adjusted. Yesterday fall arrived, ushering in lower temperatures and a much more preferable air quality. I celebrated with apple picking. I’m determined to venture out of my house for more excursions. I’m also determined to get back into posting on here regularly. I can’t maintain the same pace as before, but my goal is three days a week, Tuesdays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Ideally, this will allow me to post and read other blogs regularly.

Outlines of History

One of the things I love about New England is the stone walls trailing off into forests and fields in a seemingly random fashion. Most of them built in the Revolutionary period between 1775 and 1825, when farmers trying to clear land stacked them in walls to get them out of the way. Today the stone walls are protected from removal or destruction by preservation laws.

Childhood Favorite at Colt State Park

Last week I traveled back to New England to visit family, and one of my secondary priorities was making sure I got to eat all of my local favorite foods. At the top of my list was a Del’s Lemonade straight from the truck. A Rhode Island favorite that originated in Italy in the 1840s, the frozen treat is part of so many childhood memories visiting my grandparents in Bristol, RI. So I was ecstatic to discover one of Del’s trucks while visiting Colt State Park during my trip. It’s still as delicious as I remember.