By the time I got my camera out, I was back home again in my own neighborhood. Maybe that's why I've been so slack about having adventures. With the passage of time my own streets are becoming canopy roads. My views are beautiful.
Thursday has been designated Rambling Days by the reclusive Yours Truly. I set out to go left on Mahan. I was looking for a spot that I never found. What I did find was the Automobile Museum and made a mental note. I kept on driving!
It was a beautiful day for an exploration. I began to turn off onto County, then country, roads. I had sunglasses, spiced tea, and some caramel creams. The bag said "quality since 1895." In the '40's and '50's these treats were 9 cents a pound. This 12 ounce bag was over $3.00 and worth every bit of that. Caramel creams are still delicious. I have not had them in ages.
My camera was in my purse but it didn't matter. This was to be an image without a photo shoot anyway because my narrowing route had no places to pull over.
I began to have very little idea where, exactly, I was. The deeper in I got, the more relaxed my neck and shoulders became. I learned a long time ago. It's hard to get lost. After all, I am in Florida where all roads lead to home and most of them, to a super highway.
At one point, there was a cow pasture on my right and a huge field of flowering goldenrod to my left. The air smelled of sun-drenched grass and, I could swear, honey. I drove on. Honestly, if I had seen one spot on which to park, I would still be there.
I turned off the air conditioning and opened the car windows. Yes. Let Il Barbiere di Siviglia serenade the livestock while they munch on that green grass. Yum. Free range. Music can only help. A bee flew into the car (maybe I did smell honey) and danced around Rosina's (sung by Maria Callas) head.
I spent all afternoon alone, with my music and my snacks, in the Florida countryside. I could have grabbed the phone and taken some photos for you through the car window but, honestly, I was simply living the experience in lieu of wanting to record it.
When I arrived home, as I always do, I took a good look at the tree-lined streets. These familiar neighborhood byways are equally intriguing to me. There are also plenty of turn-arounds and pull-off spots. I stopped a minute and grabbed the camera.
I wanted someone at the art show last night to ask me where I took the photos for one of my pieces, Seasons. "All in my yard or on the cul de sac," I would have answered. I don't have to travel far for nature's beauty.
Rambling Thursday, however, is going to be a wonderful addition to my life.
I turned off the air conditioning and opened the car windows. Yes. Let Il Barbiere di Siviglia serenade the livestock while they munch on that green grass. Yum. Free range. Music can only help. A bee flew into the car (maybe I did smell honey) and danced around Rosina's (sung by Maria Callas) head.
I spent all afternoon alone, with my music and my snacks, in the Florida countryside. I could have grabbed the phone and taken some photos for you through the car window but, honestly, I was simply living the experience in lieu of wanting to record it.
I wanted someone at the art show last night to ask me where I took the photos for one of my pieces, Seasons. "All in my yard or on the cul de sac," I would have answered. I don't have to travel far for nature's beauty.
Rambling Thursday, however, is going to be a wonderful addition to my life.
