Here’s some of my recent photos from places that are not Ulster County
From Ocean Beach, near where I live, to La Jolla, you can find all sorts of different people, places, and types of shoreline…all without leaving the city of San Diego. Here is a little sampling of that.
As always, I enjoyed a few days at my parents’ farm (the aptly named Fischers’ Farm) in the outskirts of Dover, Delaware. I got out for a few drives around the area, but mostly just relaxed, and enjoyed the peacefulness.
I’ve been to Maryland many many times in my life. My father’s side of the family is from there, I have good friends and family in Baltimore and Annapolis, but I usually just go and visit people there, and don’t explore it much. I am trying to explore places like this in more detail, and had a bit of a chance to recently.
I’m posting this after driving from South of the Border in South Carolina to Augusta, Georgia, then onwards to spend a few nights at my friend’s place in Ball Ground, Georgia. These are all things I have seen by just driving from place to place and around the areas I’ve been in, without any specific goals.
For the second year in a row, my hopes of doing something really cool in Zion National Park were foiled. This time, it was because my attempt to go there with my friend Matt was on a Saturday, and there were way too many people there for me to enjoy it thoroughly. So, we headed to an outdoor outfitter and asked for a suggestion outside the park, and were directed to a slot canyon north of the park, near Kanarraville. It ended up being a good suggestion. We had a good hike for a couple hours, and saw some interesting stuff we’d never seen before.
You can see more photos and outtakes from this road trip on my Facebook page by clicking here
Honestly, I don’t think I’d ever heard of Glacier National Park until I became actively involved in the great community of photographers on Flickr. The combination of vibrant plant and animal life, plus snow capped mountains, is something I became infatuated with. My infatuation started at least a few months before I decided to take time away from the work world to travel, and that infatuation probably influenced the decision to travel for a long period of time. How else would I have time to spend a few days in the far northern reaches of the continental U.S.?
By the time I had made it out of Yellowstone in mid-August, I hadn’t seen anyone I knew for weeks, I had been camping a lot, and I was tired. My motivation to take photos was waning, as was my motivation to hike, and things like that. Luckily, my brother Phil flew into Bozeman, MT, and having him with me added to my motivation. We packed all of our stuff into my Jeep, and with little room to spare, headed north. We spent a night camping outside the park, then woke up in the morning to drive the famous Going to the Sun Road. After a few days of hiking and hanging out, a little scare while wading through some water, plus a few more nights camping, in a tent, and another structure you can see below, we headed out of the park. It was a great couple days, and well worth the time and effort.
I asked Phil for some words to add, and here’s what he had to say:
“These were the clearest lake waters I have ever seen! While very cold despite the August timeframe, they were great to both swim and to paddle, with surroundings you can see for yourself.”
Enjoy the photos.
My parents, Ann and Joe Fischer, have over 20 acres of property, with a large array of flora and fauna, both natural and maintained by man (and woman). According to the former owner Jim Hanna, serious consideration was given to splitting the land into multiple plots for a housing development, and Dover Downs also approached him regarding using some of the land to make a parking lot for the NASCAR races. I for one am glad that those things did not happen, and so is Hanna, who said that he “can’t think of any folks” he’d “rather see have the place” than my parents.
Just in the last few days I have seen numerous types of birds (including an apparently injured great blue heron), rabbits, countless grown frogs, tadpoles, flies, and dragonflies. Day or night, they can be found. There are also catfish which Hanna’s neighbor stocked over 10 years ago, and it’s not uncommon for there to be visits from foxes, geese, deer, and many other creatures.
Fischers’ Farm is the commercial operation which my parents maintain all by themselves, while at the same time maintaining the rest of the property. Apples, blueberries, blackberries, plums, pears, and grapes are sold in the summer and fall currently, and then Christmas trees are sold between Thanksgiving and Christmas. The land is flexible though, as Hanna raised everything from goats and cattle to peaches and nectarines
Besides the actual farming, my mother really enjoys the business side of it. This includes marketing, dreaming up brochures and recipe handouts, and cute names for the products. “Going to the farmer’s markets in Lewes and Rehoboth Beach, and providing customers with personal service and a good learning experience about what they are purchasing“ is one of the parts that both of them enjoy the best, according to my mother. “That philosophy applies to the customers who come to the farm to buy fruit or Christmas trees as well”. Unfortunately it can’t last forever. “Our feeling about the property is that it is a lot of work” she continues. “And it wouldn’t be what it is without the work. And eventually we’ll get to the point where we won’t be able to do it…“ . Hopefully at that point someone who cares about it as much as my parents do takes it over.
For a final resting place of so many, the Mount Auburn Cemetery is teeming with life. I had originally gone there to take a photo of the Boston skyline from the tower at the top of the hill, but the sky was too bright still, so I focused on some other stuff. I was getting ready to leave and stopped to try to photograph a rabbit, which ran away, but then I realized there was this pond full of frogs. Those things sure don’t like to stay above water for long when they see a big scary figure like me with a big scary camera. This one didn’t seem to mind though, as he posed for me happily.