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Not trusting the reliability of an open box on the state route, we choose to have our mail delivered to a secure box at the post office, which is no great inconvenience in these days when snail mail tends to be of little importance.
Most days however, Grant goes off down the road to check and inevitably, I am asked if I wish to go along. I rarely refuse for the simple reason that even on short outings, we generally see something of interest.
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This morning it was this lovely chap, a treat, as we seldom see a stag.
Not just him, either…
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Two does and a fawn had crossed the road in front of him.
They were nervous and moved off before I could capture an image, although one shot of the stag managed to include two of the turkeys that were also striding by.
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Then, behind the stag came two more fawns.
It would have been mightily vexing to miss them all!
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At the post office, turkey vultures soared overhead.
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This being a simply sublime day, we could not go straight home and debated which of our drives to take, in the end guided simply by the time of day and angle of the Sun, but forgetting the seemingly endless bridge project on route 22.
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Not planning a long trip, we soon turned right, passing Moses Farm Stand. Moses as in the family of Grandma Moses. She came from nearby Greenwich, NY and did not begin painting in earnest until she was 78.
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Grandma Moses painting the Storm.
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Our landscapes could not fail to inspire anyone with artistic talent.
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Leaving River Road because of still more road works, we went off at a tangent.
We never mind diversions as they often afford us views we would otherwise miss.
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Days like this, at the start of Fall, how could you go wrong?
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There is no shortage of subjects to photograph. The only question is the angle from which to take it. I took three of this barn alone and still can’t decide which is better.
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It was another clear, almost cloud-free morning.
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Open fields the simple scenery that I find very pleasing.
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Roads winding through corn fields.
The un-cluttered appearance of the land offers a feeling of elbow room.
Liberating!
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If you’ve visited here before, you won’t be surprised to hear that I got carried away, burning out a battery. These days I am sure to carry a spare and I suspect I’ll be needing both spares in the coming days.
For now, this must suffice…
Thank you, Carolyn, for the delightful update on your daily adventures! I love the blue sky, the clear roads, the stag and his family, the birds, stunning landscapes, and Grandma Moses’ painting. All wonderful and liberating, too!
Joanna
I love the Grandma Moses painting and have just been reading all about her. What a remarkable lady!
Carolyn, your pictures of the stag (as you call what, in these parts, is called a buck) are astounding. I feel I could touch the velvet on his antlers! Funnily, I saw an antlered deer today with a doe and a youngster, but I am not as quick at photos as you are. For every brilliant shot you get, I miss at least a dozen! Today I ran for my camera to get a picture of a Cooper’s hawk on the roof, but he was gone. I’m not too sad to see him go, as we have seen a marked decrease ion birds since the hawk has been in the vicinity. Your blog is a high point of every day, even when I have no time to comment.
Anne your pictures are wonderful! Hawks – yes. I think we would have more if it wasn’t for Mr Cooper. Another dove got taken off the patio last night. I remind myself that hawks need to eat also and they are magnificent birds!
I can only wish for such wonderful sightings on my way to our mailbox! Wow, to start painting when you’re already 78 – that’s incredible (and it seems she was also very talented). Oh yes, and I like the photo with the tree in it more … but then, I like the other one too š.
What a splendid trip! Here on Buzzards’ Bay the turkey buzzards are a fixture, as are he deer, although we seldom see such striking bucks.