|Pool in Brimfield.|
Kirk is a lot like I was years ago. Boston, Framingham, Worcester, Albany, and then Los Angeles, in that order, and with nothing in between. Central Massachusetts was a term, not a location. Although, my brother has lived in the most southern town in Worcester County for 25 years, he seldom ventured out west. Now he does since his job transferred him to a different facility in Worcester this summer.
A whole new world has opened up for him since the transfer, and as it did for me since my moving to Sturbridge ten years ago.
Yesterday morning we woke up very early in order to catch the sunrise with our cameras. It was dark. Really dark. In recent days it has stayed darker, longer in the morning. Another sure sign of change, and it will be accelerating.
I took Kirk to Quabog Pond in Brookfield, and we pulled into the parking area at the boat ramp and waited for sunrise. Well, daylight did come, but the cloud cover prevented the glorious sunrise one would expect for a Sunday morning.
|Heron at Quabog Pond |
After our encounter, I took my brother on a tour of Brookfield, West Brookfield, Warren, Brimfield and Sturbridge, and along the way I gave the required tour guide speech, my favorite part. We stopped along the way to capture the scenery in our lenses.
|Boston may have their Citgo Sign overlooking Fenway Park, |
but Warren has one overlooking their sunflowers.
The scenery in anyplace we are accustomed to can become too familiar after a period of time, but every once in a while something we have not seen before will show itself, and renew our appreciation for where we live. That can also happen when we are seeing things through another's eyes for the first time. It happened for me yesterday morning, too.
|In the rain along the Quinegbaug River in Sturbridge|
I have been interested in photography for a very long time, but Kirk has only recently taken to preserving the world around him onto an SD card. He is becoming quite good, and his eye for further artistic manipulation of an image is something that I never had. Couple that talent with his virginal exposure to world around us out here, and you have the ingredients for a long lasting relationship with the land.
|Old rail station in Warren|
take a deep breath, and open our eyes wider than usual, and take in what is around us. Make it a monthly ritual, it doesn't take long. A few moments of seeing will last for a very long time.
When we do this, we are empowered to not only appreciate more things around us, but to see things from an angle others don't have. That ability is invaluable to not only us, but to those that rely on our vision, and the input it provides.
The photography may not always be great, but the exercise it provides the head is something I have come to need, and that need now seems to be running in the family.
|Photo taken in our backyard taken by my brother, Kirk.|