Ever have a day when you feel it would have probably been best just to sleep in, grab a book, and generally not do anything that requires brainwork because of chances of malfunction? Well, today is one of those days--and it's only half over!
Every Friday I take an hour long drive to Bedford for a regular appointment. The drive has been absolutely beautiful the last few weeks with all the trees putting on a gloreous Autumn show. I always (OK--mostly) have at least my point-and-shoot along just in case I see something for my photo of the day, and today I was so proud to have brought my DSLR--my baby--along with as well.
Pride cometh before the fall.
To get to my appointment, I drive over a mountain. OK--in my BC world, it's a hill on steroids, but here in PA--a mountain. It's always cooler along the ridge, and last night there was a bit of freezing rain, and this morning every twig and piece of grass and plant was covered in ice. So I turned around. parked, and reached for my good camera.
Only to discover that the memory card was safely and uselessly lying at home beside my computer.
Luckily, I had the point and shoot, but the pictures aren't nearly as sharp. Fog, early morning, and a gentle but persistent misty rain all conspired with my point and shoot to give me busy shots.
Ah well. Here they are:
On the way back, I always pass this little spot. Today I saw it, parked, ran back in the rain, and took a picture. Maybe next week there still will be leaves and it will be brighter and everything will be beautiful and...and...oh phooey. At least I have this:
I won't go into leaving 20 minutes early for the appointment in case of freezing rain, making pretty good time until missing the turn (not sure how--I was daydreaming, obviously), and driving 10 miles out of the way before thinking, "We're not in Kansas anymore. Or maybe we are--I usually don't drive by cornfields on the way to Bedford." Long story short, I left 20 minutes early and arrived ten minutes late.
Yup. Halfzheimers and I are getting aquainted.