What a Difference Some Days Can Make

Last week, you may recall that when I took that walk with my friends, for what ever reason, my mind wasn't in the game. So, the camera remained in the car and I trudged along through sun-filtered woods, to the boathouse and along the meandering river, mentally kicking myself for leaving it behind. Perhaps I exhausted myself with all that internal angst, which is why later I fell asleep. Whatever.

Anywhooo, it did occur to me during our trek, that I’ve taken quite a few pictures of the same areas over the last several months, and that perhaps a change of venue is in order. Even though it’s twenty minutes away and requires a bit of forethought, the North River, the scene of last week’s trudge, seems like it could be a nice place to greet the day.

Yesterday, I didn’t make it there by dawn, which is now a “stretch” goal for sometime over the next couple of weeks. At 7:15 though, I hopped into the car, realized I was almost out of gas, refilled, got stuck behind a school bus and then encountered a detour which added about five miles to the trip, before arriving at Norris Reservation somewhat disgruntled about two hours after sun up—which ended up being just fine.

Sometimes, autumn light can be forgiving



Mill Pond




Boat House




North River