Dave and I pull over yet again. Why even bother to re-mount my bike? A murky pond, its brown water choked with
lily pads graced by the occasional white blossom, stops us. A flock of gulls hovering over the water, rising
as one, then sweeping low with a wave of speckled wings, catches our eye. Spires
of yellow goldenrod arching from green thickets bid us pause. A simple clapboard church, stark against blue
sky, beckons us to brake for a closer look.
We pass the camera between us, each not convinced the other sees just
what we see, exactly the rock, ripple, or wildflower we want to include in the
picture. With the camera in tow, we
perceive the wonder that is always there in lichens, crisp chestnut leaves, or
a clutch of Queen Anne’s lace.
Our artist friend, Peter Hussey, often paints details, a
full canvas devoted to a roof gable or porch railing. And when our kids were little, Dave would
draw a mystifying close-up and challenge Tucker and Casey to identify it. “A stone wall? A cave?
A bridge?’ They would guess.
“My nostril.” Dave would
reply.
So, there is art and surprise in noticing details, and when
I spot stacks of bowls beneath a lace curtain framed in a window, I drop my
bike and ask Dave for the camera.
In a recent issue of Yankee magazine, a photographer relayed
a tip that influenced her for decades: “don’t forget shadows,” so I’ve sought
to note them as well. And this morning,
after breakfast, when Dave and Nelson sat in green rockers on the porch playing
guitars, it was their shadows that sent me seeking the shot.
But it was friends, not photography, that brought us to
Block Island. As we have for years, Dave
and I boarded the Point Judith ferry – snapping, as we pulled out, a few photos
of fog draped cottages – to meet friends, some of whom we have known for over
forty years.
Art, Janet, Nelson, Steve, and Deb figure in photos taken
during muddy quad football games at Trinity College in the seventies, in wedding pictures, and long-ago summers on the Cape, when all of us
had long hair past our shoulders. Len
and Joan held our kids as babies in the early eighties, and as their
godparents, have been diligent in providing religious guidance… Well, maybe
not. In recent years, Ann, Moo, Mary,
and Cisco have joined us, friendships stretching back decades, but newer to our
annual island retreat.
There have been times when this sojourn was an escape; when
troubles were heavy, such a burdensome yoke, that we laid them down on one
shore and fled to the other. But this
year, whispered sadness was rare, for babies are on the way! Janet and Art are new grandparents. Mary is
knitting for a child due in December, and Dave and I are dancing to join this
club, as Tucker and his wife are also expecting in December. “Our baby,” Casey
calls the unknown little one Lisa is nurturing.
So, Dave will take a trip to Milford Photo, to make sure our cameras are picture ready. Back into
our lives, feet pajamas and cozy stories!
Splashy tub times and soft, kissable cheeks. Holidays restored to their full measure of
magic. And Dave and I will pass the
camera back and forth during precious moments, not convinced the other sees
just what we see.
7 comments:
Congratulations!! What a joy! My kids aren't even teenagers and I can't wait to be a grandma! hahaha
Love this piece....everything about it. The title, the details and theme.
xoxoxo
I am thrilled for all of you, along with feeling very JEALOUS !! You had bettet send me the news as soon as it hits. Yeah, Tucker & Lisa.
Congratulations! So happy for you and Dave!
Love the words and the photos. Frameable!
Love the words and the photos. Frameable!
Lea, Just loved this. That camera is going to be heavily used once that baby is born! Isn't it funny how you can think there can't be anything else left to write about, and you realize you haven't even scratched the surface. A grandchild. What wonderful material you'll be getting! Can't wait...
So true! Also, I still have my old flip phone...maybe 12 years old? So it will soon be time to update to photo-readiness!
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