At Monday’s appointment I happily reported my previous treatment to have been a success and we agreed on the next target.
Surprisingly, they could schedule it on Wednesday.
So we were soon retracing our trip.
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Planning a quick pick-up in Greenwich, we gave ourselves an extra 15 minutes of cushion time.
We got talking about reflections and mirrors and the importance or not, of seeing your own face.
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Carelessly parked cars hampered our progress through the Greenwich bypass, offering me the chance for a quick snap.
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It must have been a fascinating conversation.
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While riding in a car, taking photographs is now something I do automatically.
Conversation rarely distracts me from that.
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The magnolia by St Joseph’s had not progressed but I got a better photograph this time.
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As we approached the Battenkill:
“We forgot to stop!”
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My fault for distracting the driver, though he didn’t actually say so.
No harm done, we would merely arrive more than usually early.
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Meanwhile, there had been a radical change in the weather.
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While the distant hills were still bathed in sunlight, the sky above us had become totally obscured.
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One of my obligatory photographs, a sort of seasonal update which I missed on Monday due to a precautionary re-route.
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A sudden brief break in the cloud lit up a field momentarily.
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And was touching tree tops as we approached the Hudson River.
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Fresh growth in the fields was vibrant.
Walking barefoot in grass.
Something to enjoy about warm weather.
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I could spend all day watching light.
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It wasn’t till I saw the photograph that I noticed the track marks.
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If I had to choose, I think I would always go for a moody sky.
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At least for taking photographs.
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The sky itself is one of my favourite subjects.
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As our direction changed following the course of the river, my view of the sky varied.
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Lovely empty road!
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Approaching Stillwater.
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Through the trees Stillwater appeared brightly lit.
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Though clouds were quickly moving in.
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“Pops” of colour are the making of some images.
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The sky was getting quite exciting.
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A new word: Nephologist.
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One who enjoys clouds for leisure.
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That would be me.
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As beautiful as fresh leaves look against a bright blue sky, do they not look equally grand against dark cloud?
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Poles and wires somehow emphasised the grandeur of the spectacle above.
I wanted to call out to everyone:
“Look! Just look!”
But I would get arrested for being a nuisance.
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It is my belief that we find ourselves in any given place at whatever time we do because it is intended.
By God, by the power of the Universe?
We set out early for a purpose that we promptly forgot.
Driving this route 10 minutes later I’ve no doubt I would have been just as enthralled by the sky.
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But this is what I saw because I was meant to.
In pre-digital days, I often took photographs that I was especially excited about for one reason or another, only to find those frames were blank.
Or my camera jammed at the precise moment of attempting the capture.
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Why would that happen? The same camera resumed normal function moments later.
There is no rational answer.
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There are so many inexplicable occurrences in life.
To fret and demand answers so often leads to frustration and/or misunderstandings.
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Far better to learn acceptance.
In my humble view.
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For the sake of the exercise, 2 days apart. I actually like the 2nd one better.
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As it turned out, being early for my appointment was no bad thing. There had been a late cancellation and quite soon we were on our way home.
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On Wright Road (which I misidentified yesterday), Grant asked:
“Where are the turkeys?”
Right on cue…
This is not the first time it’s happened.
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Quite often Grant will say:
“We haven’t seen such and such lately.”
And such and such promptly appears.
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Believe it or not, these are but a few of the pictures I took on Wednesday, but I think these will do for now!
Things happen when they want and where they want, and the happenstance of us being there to witness it is our personal good fortune!
Glad to see the turkeys showed up on demand! The skies are indeed lovely, but I am not a fan of all the wires you have crossing roads over there.
Best wishes, Pete.
I also like moody skies … but not when we’re on our way to a camp site for the weekend! But it always makes beautiful photos – as you have proven countless times! You’re definitely a nephologist — just think about it: If you need to introduce yourself to a new doctor next time, you might say: “Hi, my name is Carolyn Smith and I’m a nephologist” … I bet you will cause some confusion in the consulting room.