Just a quick turnaround in my mother’s garden yesterday afternoon. I had hoped to chase the kids around but alas the weather was fickle, flipping from balmy and still to cool and windy in a blink. Though I still got some good shots of the kids playing inside and will be posting those soon.
It was a quiet weekend, for the most part, which I spent chasing Gabriella about the house and yard with my camera. It offset a long week at work, the kind of weekend that you wish would stretch for at least a few more days.
If the weather holds up and my work load is a little lighter I’m going to see if I can find some new subjects around Hartford. I’d like to get some more candid shots of people and maybe stumble upon grafitti of a particularly artistic bent. Either way I’d like a lunch break sized adventure.
It might seem that I am gripped with some sort of spiritual revival as that church steeple keeps popping up in my shots around Hartford but it couldn’t be farther from the truth. When I look up at that tower I think about princesses that need saving, skills to be stacked, and dice to be rolled.
Yesterday was a good day. The weather was perfect with a sparse dotting of thick pillow clouds and a light breezy that would only occasionally gather enough courage to bluster in a gentle way. Gabriella and I ranged over most of downtown Windsor through construction sites and we met a fascinating Romanian gentleman who fished for carp in one of the overflow pounds that cluster around the river. “Americans no like carp,” he exclaimed as he jostled one of his four fishing poles in the hopes that his hours of work might yield more than the two plump carp. Generously he offered a recipe for a hot and sour carp tail and head soup, “Good for when you drink too much and can’t cook.” Afterwards, we found ourselves with Management at Northwest Park capturing wasps in baby food containers and flowers on camera.
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