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Lens Artists Photo Challenge #137 – Soft

This week Ann-Christine challenges us to share images that are “soft.” “Soft” immediately made me think of fog…but Tina already did that beautifully. Then I thought about trying to do “Soft in the Desert”…but if you’ve been in the dessert, you know there really isn’t too much “soft” here! “Sharp” I could do for weeks, though.

After scrolling through an enormous number of photos, I propose a virtual visit Cape May, New Jersey, birding mecca (although no bird photos today) and a beautiful beach area and you won’t need vaccinations or a passport. We’ll start with the only bird-related image in this post, a soft feather.

Wouldn’t these make great dusters?

There was a lovely foggy day while we were there. I sneaked out with my iPad (these all iPad photos, by the way, as this was before I ever had a smartphone) and blissfully wandered through a world magically softened.

The sand wasn’t completely soft, but it was soft enough to take footprints, prints that faded into the soft distance.

This is one of my favorite views of that day and if you added a carriage, you’d have a wonderful scene from a historic horror movie! Can’t you just see it racing down the alley made by those trees pursued by a ghostly figure?

This soft land led to a soft, beautiful sunset which brings us to the end of our virtual visit. Wasn’t it great to be able to travel without problems?

Lens-Artists Photo Challenge #136: Subjects Starting with the Letter–S

I didn’t have to look far for today’s Lens-Artists challenge, although I did have to virtually beam my self back to a summer in Wyoming, something I always enjoy. Here are my the “S” images for this week and I hope each of you is having a Super Saturday. 😉 Silly me.

So sleepy…

Soft and silent…

Stupendous sunset…

Dream

for One Word Sunday: dream

Ghostly geese

Sunrise

for One Word Sunday

Mom, he won’t stop imitating me!

for Six Word Saturday

In a fog

A few days ago, my morning walk was other-worldly as I walked in a literal fog. If you look in the very bottom of the river, you’ll see the shape and shadow of a lone heron surrounded by geese. The fog lent an air of Impressionism to the shot.

Let’s go the lake.

I’m glad it was sunny this morning for our ride, but now that the fog is moving in, let’s take a walk down to the lake. Everything is so different in the fog.

This is the First Lake (caps because that’s how it’s known.)  There are three lakes total and all are stocked with trout.  Oh, over there! Did you see that one jump?  It was a big one.  There’s been a mother moose and baby in the lake in the mornings, but if we see them, we’ll stay well away.  The calf might find us interesting, which would make the mother very nervous and a nervous moose can easily become an attacking moose, moving at a speed as fast as that of a running horse.

Let’s sit on that flat rock for a bit.  With the fog, it’s even quieter than usual, the fog dampens sounds, but we can still hear the water sounds.   There are some ducks in the corner and the other day I spotted a red-tailed hawk.  In the early evenings, the horses make their way to the lake, drinking and walking in and around it.

Second home

(Obviously I didn’t make it clear when I started posts about my Wyoming trip that I’ve already been there and am now back home, writing these as though you’re coming along with me.  🙂 So thanks for the wishes for a great trip.  I had one and now I hope you’ll have one, too. )

Just as hobbits have second breakfasts, I have a second home, one I’ve been coming to for over 40 years.  Arriving at the cabin feels like coming home.  But just as at home, I must have supplies.  We’ll need to make several stops in Sheridan before I take you up the mountain.

First comes the library.  Stocking up on books is key when the nearest library is 45 minutes away.  Next, groceries.  Although I brought several boxes of supplies/necessities, I have to get the rest of what I need for my recipes.  Have everything you need?  Let’s head up the mountain.

The unpaved, generally unimproved road is the Red Grade Road. Yeah, it’s quite rough this year with lots of loose rock.  Fifteen miles per hour is about the limit, up or down.  (This is what makes meal planning vital!) The van doesn’t have four-wheel drive, but it goes up pretty well. We’re over 7,000′ now.  And here’s the cabin.  Let’s haul all the bags and boxes in, have some dinner, and sit on the porch enjoying the view.

View from the porch