Tarmac ribbons criss-crossing the landscape, dusty back roads twisting between the cool shadows of ancient pines, and less traveled pathways connecting present to past, all I wander, seeking, seeing, with my keyboard and camera capturing scenes and stories to share with you.

Now in its fifth year, this venue has become an important part of my life, a place where I can express my thoughts and feelings about the things I see and do, hoping the process brings me a bit closer to friends and family who enjoy sharing my sometimes chaotic and often nonlinear observations and ideas. A journal, I suppose, but one with which I find pleasure in thinking others are alongside me on my journey.

November 20, 2016

THE WOODEN BRIDGE

[A REMINDER, IF YOU CLICK ON AN IMAGE THE PICTURES WILL SHOW FULL SCREEN]

... for mid-november in these parts it was a wonderfully temperate day ... john, "let's go take some pictures" ... me, "i'm good to go" ... john, "where do you want to go" ... me, "you're the man with the plan, i'll leave it up to you" ... we made a long wander up past bethel and the sunday river resort, the last stretch of the drive a road that was new to me ... at the end was the "artist's covered bridge" spanning the sunday river ... don't be fooled by the shadows into thinking it was early evening, this far north this time of year the sun disappears around four o'clock and there's little dusk between sunset and the dark of night ...

... i cursed a bit when the car parked at the end of the bridge, but i reminded myself that, after all, that's what bridges're for, and went about exploring the functionality of this geometric composition ...

... the bridge was constructed in 1872, more than a hundred years before this tree first sprouted ... hopefully the span'll survive past the completion of the fungi's work ...

... as if the thick planks were burning embers, the bridge seemed afire in the glow of the setting sun ... appropriate when you think of why so few of these wooden covered bridges remain ...

... with the super-wide angle rokinon 12mm attached to my fuji x-t1, i found the right spot, threw all photographic caution and restraint to the winds, and snapped this picture ...

... john had been wandering around in the stream bed below the bridge, i managed to snap a shot as he emerged from the woods ...

... heading north into grafton notch on the bear river road, route 26, after our sunset we pulled to the side of the road to admire day still playing out on the rocky ridge above ...


... i'd left my tripod mount at home [that's right, the technical term photographers use for this is "big duh"], but thinking back to the day when i didn't have a tripod i proceeded to prop my camera against the rocky cliff at the downstream end of the falls ...

... how the sculptured landscape was created is a most fascinating story ... i highly recommend you make your own little wanderabout to grafton notch, where the placards and signs will tell the story while the ancient rocks will sing the tale ..

... john, ever seeking the perfect angle ...

... on the way home we found venus floating at our feet ... most remarkable ...

... it's raining today, but yesterday for a few short hours john and i took the road less traveled ... i don't believe the afternoon made "all the difference," but i've absolutely no doubt that difference, indeed, it did make ... as far as i'm concerned, this is what wanderabouting is all about ...