The law of diminishing returnsPosted: June 16, 2012
M and I are home, safe and sound. It’s been a long, long day. Early rising, a three hour drive to the Portland International Jetport in Maine, waiting an hour or so at the airport, the flight (about 90 minutes — we made good time), and then the hour drive home from the Cleveland Hopkins International Airport. We made a quick stop at the grocery store on the way home, and at a local pizza place. I’m too tired to cook tonight. That’s why we keep the local pizza place phone number in my cell phone. For just such travel emergencies.
I uploaded the first batch of photos from our trip. Good grief. I took a lot of crappy pictures. At least that will make it easier to cull the wheat from the chaff. The problem, as I can see it now, is that I don’t trust myself. I take triple shots, two of them using auto settings on the camera. It’s almost always the shot I took using the manual mode and my own settings that works. I wonder if there will come a point when I do trust myself in vacation situations. Some, of course, are just awful no matter what I did because the situation was as it was. Sometimes you do the best you can with what you’re given, and that’s especially true in holiday/vacation situations where I’m trying to record events as well as hold out hope for a great shot.
It’s easy at home, the trust part. I take a walk, have fun experimenting, and don’t worry about the outcome. But when we travel, I want every picture to be perfect. An impossible goal, I know. That’s why I come home with a lot of crap. (Sorry. I know I lot of people don’t like the word “crap,” but there is not better word for it.)
Right now it feels good to be home, knowing I will sleep in my own bed tonight. Tomorrow the post-holiday/vacation blues will likely begin to sink in. That’s what they do. Sink. I will remind myself that Wild Women Don’t Get the Blues.
We stayed at the Cliffside Suites in Alma while we were visiting the Bay of Fundy area. I highly recommend it. We had the most amazing view from the Matthew’s Head suite, where we could sit and watch as the Bay of Fundy tide did its thing. I was blown away by the moonlight view when we arrived. And lest you think M missed it, he joined me shortly after the above photo was taken. The suite itself was lovely. We were able to cook a few meals there during our stay ( to help keep down costs) with no problem. To be honest, we didn’t spend much time there, but if we’d had to, I don’t think either of us would have minded. We enjoyed watching the wildlife outside our window in the morning, some of whom didn’t mind having their photos taken. But I haven’t gotten to those yet. They could be crap too. I will probably post them anyhow as they are a record of our trip.
That’s it from here in the Bogs for today. The kitties are craving attention. The garden needs tended (critters have been out there feasting). It’s hot, hazy, and humid here, and we all know that is not my favorite kind of weather. Summer settled in early. It looks like we need rain, too. I’m not sure regular Bogs photos will resume anytime soon. Not only do I have a lot to sort through, but I’m kind of burned out. My camera might appreciate a rest, too. It will certainly appreciate a good cleaning. The outside is grubby and yucky. Hiking leads to sweaty, dirty hands.
Thank you so much for following along on my travels and for stopping by today. I hope all is well in your world.