The plan was to get up at sunrise and go out with my drone to get some aerial shots of harbor scenes, possibly at Quissett Harbor where I could get some shots looking over the Knob. But, when I got up and looked outside there was a dense fog and my reflex thought was to go back to bed, which I did - for about two minutes. The little voice in my head started whispering to me: "don't be such a lazy, unimaginative bum! The fog might make photographing the boats from ground level interesting."
So, I got up again, packed my gear and went to West Falmouth Harbor where I spent the next two hours circling the harbor getting shots of the boats in the fog. It was great and I even saw another photographer out there who must have responded to the same inner voice, but his voice forgot to tell him to dress in a way that would discourage the bugs from biting him. He spent a lot of time scratching and swatting.
I also met a man from Florida who is a kiteboarder and a paddleboarder and spends his summers here. He talked about finding peace on the water. I get it, even though I only experience the water through a lens. Just being at the water's edge is a special experience that I can't put into words, which is why I use a camera.
It was a fun morning. I got some shots that I like, and many that weren't as good as I thought they would be. But mostly I got out and did what I think might be called "living," and that felt good.
We are almost always rewarded when we push ourselves to do more and when we adapt to the unexpected happenings in the world in which we live. It's a lesson I have to reteach myself every day.
Monte