I try to take this walk every day (with the emphasis on “try”…sometimes life, or pure laziness, intervenes) and I thought you might like to come along.
The picture I took going down the hill was taken shooting directly into the sunlight. I knew it was bad practice, but the atmosphere it captures is pleasing to me.
When I turned around to come back up the hill the sun was at my back, so when I got to roughly the same spot, I took another photo for the sake of comparison. I would love it if you would tell me what you think.
This was yesterday, and it looks to be the last sunny day for a while. How about that sky? The transitional period when the clouds are beginning to gather is so much more interesting, visually, than vast expanses of blue.
Pardon me for dragging out the Halloween theme, but this guy was too good to pass by. Neighbors plow up a field each spring and plant a humungous type of squash. This year the crop was punier than usual, and I never could get a good shot of them growing in the field, obscured by foliage. That’s a five-gallon bucket, dwarfed by Mr Jack, but he is about half the size of Jacks past.
No matter how many times we walk this hill, there always seems to be something new to notice. This time of year the road is littered with those furry black and orange caterpillars, which we scoop up and throw back into the woods for their own protection (anyone know what they become?). On Tuesday, we spied a nice big clump of Shaggy Mane mushrooms. The ID book claimed that they are considered by many connoisseurs to be the most flavorful of all. When I took a taste of it raw, it was pure texture at first but then it began to bloom in my mouth into a subtle, haunting woodsiness. Gently sauteing these gems in butter robbed them of that ghostly quality and rendered them nearly tasteless. There must be a larger lesson in there somewhere, but I have yet to puzzle it out.