... yesterday roger and i took a little wanderabout up to mt. desert island ... after twisting and turning our way to the top of cadillac mountain, we managed to find a parking spot and added two more to the count of the tourist swarm covering the summit ... instead of being put off by the crowd, i thought how wonderful it was that i had become part of an assemblage of such happy people ... so, instead of "landscape," i thought of henri cartier-bresson, and turned my eye to the wonderful "peoplescape" in front of me ...
... "i'm cold, daddy," and once again a father sacrifices for his child ...
... i live here, so i can find it nice when i'm reminded how lucky i am ...
... we rested in seal harbor, the fog welcomed us ...
... another rest break ... as overpriced as it was, one must admit that the penobscot narrows bridge is also rather dramatic ...
... "if you please, perhaps a cracker to spare for a hungry bird" ... yea, i know, "rats with wings," but i still find them as beautiful as any of their more popular relatives ...
... the fog lifted as we drove west from the coast, and our ride back to waterville was into the glare of the setting sun ...
... how odd, that only a few minutes ago just as i was beginning to work up this journal entry i came across larry shields' reminder that today is the anniversary of henri cartier-bresson's birth ...
"We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory."
HENRI CARTIER-BRESSON