Although I post a lot of photos on my blog, I’m not really a photographer, or a trained one, anyway. In my mind the real photographers appear here and here, and a lot of them post here.
I just take advantage of the scenery around me, and try to record it, click, click, click. Between digital cameras and cell phones, we’re all photographers these days. I download my pictures to the computer, tweak them a little using Picasa, and voila.
So anyway, Yankee Magazine, which I’ve read forever, holds an annual photography contest. This year, it's called My New England and no, I'm not submitting a photo. But the instructions have me looking around with a different eye, trying to see what makes my area special. Fall color is late this year, and here by the shore, we don’t get much of it anyway. But still, there’s a softness to the light as the earth slows down, gets ready for its big sleep. Pumpkins appear on porches, the sun sets earlier leaving swaths of pink across the horizon. Farmers markets finish their seasons. Cottages sit deserted on empty beaches.
Last week I went out with Yankee's instructions in mind, and tried to capture some of it.