Lucky to be able to stop and smell the roses while working. Though the heat and humidity were enough to make me want to just drop down on the sidewalk and chug about half a gallon of lemonade, instead I walked around Town (I've called and heard Pine Bush called that since I was a child. As in, "I'm going to Town, do you need anything?") A Spring Street Fair, Town Wide Yard Sale and the Farmers Market were all being held on a sunny holiday weekend Saturday and I was honored and happy to be able to combine my love of photography and cover the community events. It allowed me a fabulous moment or two indeed!
I simply cannot resist flowers. Flower gardens, fencing and a garden gate combined as a subject are like kryptonite. I simply could not move!
Having watched some real pros taking their shots, I force myself and adjust from tight to wider shots of the same subject. I always want to zoom in. Does this desire have any ties to my personality and love of the details?
If the home owner was inside, are they used to people photographing their yard? What would they say if they did see me? This house made me want to plant rows and rows of Peonies despite their need for tiny ants to assist in opening the blooms. I love the look and space required for these large headed flowers.
The famed roses to stop and smell. While I thought approaching the stranger's garden to sniff the vibrant red beauties would be too much, I had no fear of capturing these images.
Though I struggled with the brilliant beastly rays of sunshine, I could not give up on this wrought iron gate and yes, more flowers.
Then off to the Farmers Market.
Chard as art? Why of course, it is simply fabulous.
Seeing green onions is also a reminder of childhood. Picking wild scallions in the backyard with their deep green shoots, I would simply pull the "hairy" roots away and eat them raw. Oh the crazy fabulous times of children - sucking on clover, trying crab apples, picking wild berries... (no, I did not walk to school in 2 feet of snow up hill, but it already seems like childhood memories are of a long ago era. The pre-electronic age.)
When I see the slightly different, a bit off-beat items for sale, I always stop and admire their unique and individual personality though I may not have any possible use or place for them.
Shooting under the sun again, I love that someone, anyone, painted their outbuilding or shed a pretty pale pink. Quaint, yet untraditional.
Finally, the Relay for Life Butterfly. A symbol that represents so many things, and for me bring a number of emotions from sadness and sorrow to a bit of pride in my community. The unrelenting drive of the members of the teams that continue to walk and fund raise, the sad memories of lost loved ones, the fact that anyone has to suffer from any form of cancer, and the joy of watching as a patient becomes a survivor.
A quick tour of a Fabulous Town and a peek into the thoughts of the mind capturing the images.
The private part of the tour includes the people I spoke with, those known for years and a few I met for the first time. Those private experiences also do contribute to the individual memories - all fabulous.
