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Until I took up with Steve from Mendocino, I mostly took pictures ad hoc as I went about my daily life, except for fall color, sunsets, lake reflections … well, okay, I did make some special efforts to take pictures. In the past couple of years I’ve stuck with the habit of keeping a camera in my pocket at all times, or grabbing it and going outside when comthing catches my eye. But I’ve also greatly increased the number of excursions devoted specifically to taking pictures. 1, 6, 8, and 9 in this set are from trips like that. The rest were caught in passing.
Note on names: I tend to give names (lakes, towns, roads, etc.) for the sake of anyone who might live around here, or visit, and wonder where the pictures were taken.
Thanks to Steve from Mendocino, as always, for all his help, editing and otherwise.
Another take on the lake at dawn.
About half a mile from #1 by water, this is the little extension of Maranacook Lake on the west side of Route 41 at the boat landing. Besides the nice bits of color, I was drawn by the textures and of course the reflections.
This has been a favorite spot for picture-taking for the past couple of years because it’s on the way to where my daughter was living, and it has a crude boat landing with places to park off the road. Now that my daughter has moved, I won’t have any reason to go that way unless it’s deliberately to take pictures. (Maybe I will!)
The spot is in Monmouth (or maybe Winthrop?), on the west side of Annabessacook Lake, where the road passes over a one-lane bridge. People often fish off the bridge or along the edge of the water, and sometimes I see other people besides me taking pictures. In this one I love the layering – clouds, blue sky, strips of land and water, reflections. Basically I love the quiet.
Near the East Side Boat Landing, with the Memorial Bridge looming up behind and above me, out of the frame. It was March, so despite the snowcover, winter was on the run.
The Cultural Building, which houses the Maine State Library, the Maine State Archives, and the Maine State Museum. The whole place is closed right now, and apparently for a long time to come, for major renovations that include asbestos removal. The Library and Archives are functioning in temporary quarters; the Museum may not re-open until 2025. That’s too bad; it’s a great place to visit.
School Street, bordering Gardiner Common.
My house is half a mile from a high school and middle school that serve Readfield and three other towns. Most of the land between us and the school is wooded and criss-crossed with trails for walking, cross-country skiing and running, and snowmobiling. This was taken just off one of the trails when most – but not all – the fall color was on the ground.
This was taken on May 15, 2021, the first time I had gone to the coast – or pretty much anywhere – since the pandemic started. Innocent me, I thought we were on our way out of the worst of it. I sat at one of those tables on a beautiful spring day and ate my lunch, musing about the relationships between couples where one was masked (outdoors) and one was not. Little did most of us know that we were nowhere near the end of it.
The Androscoggin River looking south from the Auburn end of the Longley Bridge. My son played basketball in Auburn as a teenager and my daughter went to Bates College, so I spent quite a lot of time in L-A over the years. One day this fall I thought I might make it part of my quest to get more comfortable taking pictures in urban settings.
Hard not to gravitate to water, though.
Back home. Yet one more dramatic sky.