Yesterday was a rumbling kind of day, with blue sky alternating with dark clouds and rain. In between rumbles, the dog and I walked to the Narrows. On the Upper Narrows, quite close to shore, I saw a loon. I took a picture of it, but I didn’t have any great hopes that the picture would turn out well. Although the loon was not far from shore, it still seemed too far away for my little Cannon.
Once again, I chafed at my camera’s limitations, and I longed for a better camera with a proper telephoto lens. On the other hand, I probably wouldn’t have brought such a camera—which would be bigger and heavier than my little Cannon—on my walk. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to handle both it and the dog. So under the circumstances, it was foolish to wish for a better camera. Nevertheless, I wished anyway.
On the Lower Narrows, a cracked branch with some orange leaves dipped over the water.
In a small boat, two young men were fishing.
Between my creaky knees and the dog’s desire to sniff and pee, our progress was slow. It took us well over a half hour to go a half mile. Never mind. With the Narrows glimmering and rippling on either side of the road, who wants to go fast anyway?