Part of the Landscape
Yesterday things changed.
Normally, I see myself as the observer. I see things and take their pictures. Observe, click, and move on. Looking at and recording the landscape.
Yesterday I rode my bicycle to work. I’ve not done that in the past because there was nowhere to carry my camera, and when the need may arise my computer and “other stuff”. Pam bought me for my birthday (don’t panic, you still have time to buy me a birthday present as my birthday is not until August) a carrier like the Amish around here use to pull behind their bicycles to carry their things. Sometimes they carry their small children in these white, aluminum two wheeled carriers. They have “goosenecked” type attachment (the carrier has this not the Amish children) that connects the carrier to the bike under the bike’s seat.
So now I’m able to bike to work.
My bicycle was purchased when I lived in France and is pink and orange. I’m sure the bicycle dealer “saw me coming” and made a small fortune. They surely had an extra drink on their good fortune that night. They bicycle was reportedly made in Korea. I assume South Korea.
And yesterday, as every day, I wore my almost blue “Alaska” baseball hat. It was once blue, but has faded, mostly on top, with time and has areas where the combination of sweat and dirt has made it some muddy purple color.
So yesterday for the first time I biked to work. The Amish all looked twice; some had a wide grin because they recognized the Amish carrier and found it humorous that an English guy in a once blue baseball hat with a pink and orange bike was pulling it. The tourist sitting on the benches at the Blue Gate restaurant are all looking for and at the Amish buggies. They did not know what to think of the white haired guy with the pink and orange bike.
So now I’m not observing the landscape, I am the landscape.
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Hi and Welcome to the Blog.
We try to post a picture here each day. Some days we make it, some days we don't.
The posts range across the spectrum of things that interest us, and those things are Amish-anything, old barns, old tractors, sunsets, old bridges, and outdoor animals.
I write in the first person plural because my wife Pam is a big help to me in taking pictures. Sometimes she is the shooter as we often find pictures that are on her side of the RV or truck and so she gets the shot. She does a good job at composition, but still needs some advise on setting up the camera. She would likely do just fine if I weren't sitting right there to ask.
Some folks post flowery messages about finding the soul of a building or person whose pictures has been taken. We could pretend and write something very flowery for you, but the truth is we take pictures of what we like. "Yes" sometimes we do feel inspired, but we don't feel transported to other worlds. Once we release the shutter we find ourselves pretty much where we were before we did so.
We are pretty plain and simple people who try to take good photos and continue to learn and progress.
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