I am a man without a country–well, a man without an ftp folder for his photos, anyway. That’s just about as sad. But Ellis Island is appearing over the horizon. I’ll have my new citizenship papers soon, and you’ll see the snapshots. Again.
For now, I’ll just send you from this colorless, imageless post to SmugMug for your Blue Ridge view for Tuesday.
As it turns out, I did have my camera in the car with me that day, even though I’d only been going to town for a morning meeting on a drizzly-foggy summer day. Fat chance I’d actually take any pictures, I thought, but it’s a cinch I wouldn’t come home with any if I left the camera bag at home.
Just as I was ready to take the last turn towards the house, I noticed the fog rising fast over the crest of the hill and headed our way. If I went another couple hundred yards farther up Daniels Run, I might be able to stop and look back and catch just enough fog for a photographic backdrop before it obscured any potential subject I might find.
I ended up with several nice perspectives of this old barn before the fog engulfed it, and was glad I’d given my camera a ride to town and back.
Moral: it’s better to pack it and not need it than to need it and not have it. That applies to umbrellas, extra cash–and cameras.