Woodward’s
We’ve been on these roads more than a few times, or so we thought.
On the map, this one looked like it ended at the lake. On a whim, I asked Audrey to turn left and see where it went. I didn’t expect much. I thought it would be more of the same old, same old.
346 Cove Road
346 Cove Rd.
It’s a quiet day, and I’m feeling content.
The sun is pouring in. Music is playing. I’m at my computer with things to do: prints to produce, photographs to look at, gallery submissions to make. I’m enjoying retirement. That doesn’t mean I’m slowing down. In fact, I seem to be busier than ever. The difference is that now I’m doing things on my own terms.
Port Ryerse Produce
There are times when I feel stale photographically. I’m not enthusiastic or motivated. I don’t feel much like going out with my camera, and I can start to wonder whether I have anything worthwhile left to photograph. The old artist insecurities downward spiral begin.
Either Way
I was driving past when the repeating rooflines of the greenhouse caught my attention. Everything was pale and orderly, except for the black and yellow sign pointing in both directions….
Flower Box
Audrey and I were driving somewhere, although I have now forgotten where we were going. I was in the passenger seat when I noticed this old workshed beside a rural road.