As promised, here are the photos that Lillia took during her class’s field trip to Walpole Valley Farms in Walpole, NH. As with the collection from the sawmill, these were entirely her creation. I’m beginning to wonder if she might be a better photographer than I am! If she doesn’t go to art school someday, I will be really surprised.
While I was going through all of my photos from our trip to Lubec I was struck by how beautiful and colorful the natural world can be. I thought it would be fun to create some color palettes from some of my photos. I used this Photoshop template from The CoffeeShop Blog, popped in my photo, and then chose some beautiful colors to feature using the color picker.
Here is my first color palette, entitled “Fireweed.”
This will be my last, albeit belated, post about Lubec. I’ve gathered together a collection of various photos I took around the Main Street area of the town, where most of the “action” takes place (if you can call it that — it’s a really small town).
The great thing about the fog in Lubec is that it is thick. I thought it would be interesting to shoot the park in the fog because it would remove all of the background information, leaving just the shapes of the coast behind. I enjoyed focusing on aspects of the coastal trail that I missed during our first hike — the vistas are very magnetizing on a clear day so it’s easy to miss the details on the shore. I’m still a beginner so these could certainly be better, but I really like how different they are from the previous set.
From “Moss” by Mary Oliver:
Maybe the idea of the world as flat isn’t a tribal memory or an archetypal memory, but something far older — a fox memory, a worm memory, a moss memory.
Memory of leaping or crawling or shrugging rootlet by rootlet forward, across the flatness of everything.
In this second installment from the Quoddy Head State Park I’m sharing with you the photos I took of the inland trails and the peat bog. This forest is magical. If fairies or gnomes live anywhere in the world, it is here. There is a silence and a stillness, but also the powerful presence of life — so small that the human eye cannot quite see it, but it’s there. It is one of my most favorite places in the world, and whenever I go there I am reminded of all the other forests in which I have wandered and how much I love them, too.
