I’ll be back

A setting sun burns a hole through a tree just above a gathering of Brown-eyed Susans. I mentioned to Donna as we walked the grounds of Hunt’s Mill today that this place will bring me back to EP for repeated visits, long after our imminent move to North Kingstown. Walking trails, a waterfall, and – what else do you need?

Brown-eyed Susans before a setting sun at Hunt’s Mill.

A wave among the waves

A long forgotten piling reaches up from its watery grave. Crescent Park, back in the day, was a hustling, bustling epicenter of activity. Old photos and drawings in the nearby carousel depict scenes of revelers and vacationers coming and going aboard ferries. And while those days are long gone, one activity will be making a comeback. Hint: have your bathing suits ready in 2026.

Solitude.

I’m not one to approach strangers and say smile, especially when they’re deep in thought and preoccupied with their own lives. The intent is to capture a genuine, uninterrupted moment. I don’t see this approach as intrusive, because there’s never ill intent. I hope they see it that way.

Fall at Colt State Park

The goal was to find a leaf that’s a bit more upright than the rest. Then, getting low with the camera, keeping the leaf in focus, and shooting skyward. My new Sony 24-70GMII does much of the work. The hardest part is getting myself up off the ground again.