I recently spent a Saturday evening on Facebook taking requests for pictures (I know…I have no life, but it is what it is). One of the requests was a favorite photographic moment, and I immediately thought of this field of hyacinths and remembered how I gasped when I first saw them, the picture, by the way, does not do it justice.
And then as I started looking in preparation for this post, I remembered another field and another sunset, and another moment, of being at the right place at the right time.
I have so many moments of being in the right place at the right time, like this moment, driving home, following the river. I must acknowledge my ex (for this shot) who knew how to serendipitously (sic) plan.
I give a lot of credit to my ex for not only scintillating my enthusiasm but feeding off of it, which in turn sparked my curiosity and led us on a photographic journey.
Like our trip to Virginia Beach and visiting the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel in time for sunset.
Or when we went to DC when the Cherry Blossom’s were in bloom.
He lived very close to Shenandoah National Park so we would often go there for pictures. We especially loved going at Sunset. I remember this one time we had to wait for the rain to quit before we went. We had never seen the mist rising like it did that day.
Some of them bittersweet.
After my father passed we went to Florida. A tropical storm arrived a few hours after we did but between the rains we found the blue green of the gulf water.
When my ex and I were together we took many trips to DC. For one thing, it was on the way to my father’s house, for another, if done right, it can be very affordable. I have lots of pictures from DC but strangely enough, one of my favorites is from my first solo trip after we broke up.
I love going to Gettysburg in the fall. I was delighted when I caught these colors one morning during my last visit when I was out searching for the sunrise.
I often go out on Sunday mornings to try and catch the sunrise. I find there are fewer people out on Sunday mornings and I don’t get in the way of someone trying to get to work. The thing that amazes me about sunsets, and sunrises is how they are all different. I can’t tell you how many times I have returned to this spot hoping to experience this luscious pink for a second time.
One thing my ex taught me was to take the road less traveled for some incredible finds. I am directionally challenged but have a GPS mounted to my dash so I am never afraid of getting lost. I found this bridge on my way home from visiting one of my sisters.
I am very fortunate to live in a place with beautiful views. I am ten minutes from Belle Grove and have many beautiful pictures from there.
And of course, the covered bridge is about 30 minutes away and still gives me JoY each time I discover a new view or angle.
This one is close to home so I return repeatedly to shoot it. I’ve never been able to get this particular view again.