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It had been two months since we went to Clifton Park, so it was interesting to view the changes along the way.
Not being able to see that tree was a first!
Presumably, we’d not been by before when there was corn in this field.
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It’s one of my favourites and like almost every other tree this year, it is very full.
Not sure I would be comfortable with quite so much vegetation around my house.
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Heading down to River Road.
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Beyond those barns is a turf farm where geese like to hang out, but this day the turf had been stripped so the geese were congregating in the Hudson.
Cooler there, anyway.
What is the profit hereabouts in turf, I wonder.
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We are always interested to see what is posted on this hoarding.
Seems to me messages should be short and to the point. Too many words here.
Checking to see how long ago that might have been, I discovered it could still be any day at McDonald’s. Depending on what you call breakfast.
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My appointment was a rare late-morning.
Too much traffic!
Clifton Park is quite busy.
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Returning through Mechanicville, we were obliged to wait while someone had their new home delivered.
When my aunt and uncle retired to Maine, they purchased one of these modular homes and they are actually quite nice.
With tornadoes a possibility? Maybe not so much.
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There was another house I intended to mention but those photographs have done a vanishing act which is something that happens periodically, as I’ve mentioned before.
Maybe I deleted them? I might think so, but I was also looking in vain for another picture I’d sent from my pc to a friend, so it had been there and it still was on my phone, so not erased..
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Willard Mountain’s summer appearance.
It’s a very humble mountain but it has a ski slope.
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Approaching home, we followed a driver who was apparently more interested in the snack she was consuming than actually concentrating on the road.
All very well when there’s no one else about.
However…
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Behold one of my pet peeves.
A food truck at the end of a concealed driveway.
There are handmade signs up and down the road suggesting you should “slow for turning cars”, but seriously; cars turning in a series of S bends?
Why is this allowed?
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It is rare to see anyone walking these days, certainly never on a road like this and we noticed this young lad as we passed on the way out, because he was so tall and thin.
Two hours later he was still walking.
Something about his body-language suggested he was not a happy lad.
He was not hitch-hiking, just walking, but days later I find myself still wondering about him.
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Even as a small child I could never bear for anyone to be unhappy.
I clearly remember sitting in a carriage on the London underground, smiling at people and being sad when they didn’t smile back.
They were probably thinking I was half-witted.
Thank you, Carolyn, for your poignant musings and lovely photography!
Joanna
Smiling at people on the London Underground? (Or on buses) Not the behaviour of a real Londoner at all. 😉 The ‘walking boy’ does look troubled, just from your passing photo I sense darkness in him. We have two Oak trees dominating our house, not unlike the one in your photo. One at the front, one at the back. I like the shade they give, and they are homes to bats, and many birds too. Just a shame about all the seeds and leaves they drop.
Best wishes, Pete.
Well the smiling at London underground travellers was only up to 1956 and I’d probably been discouraged before that! I love shade trees too but the storms we get make them dangerous, sadly. We have nother tonado warning now until 10pm, the end of “Debby”.
I smile and talk to most people I encounter, although not in cities!
I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen so many cars in one of your posts! Shame, you’re right … that guy next to the road doesn’t seem very happy (or maybe he was just deep in thought). Oh, and always remember that your smile does mean something to someone (even if most of the time you are not rewarded with a smile back).