Finding My Way
Recently, I scheduled meeting a couple to discuss selling their property. I felt that they would be a pleasure to meet from our initial phone conversation.
The weather cleared, and the fall colors were glowing around me as I drove my Ford toward their place that was 45 minutes away. My Garmen took me on a trek that I wondered, "could this road end at any time"? It wouldn't be the first time. I was waiting to discover the forgotten bridge that's no longer connecting two sides of a stream, and was trying to imagine how I could possibly turn this thing around with brush and trees hugging both sides. That will be a long way to have to drive in reverse!
This road was no wider than my truck with some branches harmlessly brushing along the sides. With a brief crawl over small boulders, mud, and gravel, this road was beautiful in it's own rustic way. I should be in a John Deer Gator that would fit this path. I began to wonder if someone would stop me with a friendly greeting of "What are you doing here?" It wouldn't be the first time.
Well, it is a road with a name, and Garman knows about it, so this is where the "Sport" decal on the side of the truck shows it's muscle. This is my first truck. I remember the song, "I love my truck" yep, I defiantly get it!
Thank you Garman! I'm happy to know my Nikon camera is at my side and my Ford Ranger continues to prove its spirit reflected in it's name. Now to continue past the grey faded and somewhat broken barns of the North County that beg to be photographed.
Remember to look around. See this world in all it's splendor. A forgotten bridge that is no longer connecting two pieces of land or forest is waiting with beauty and adventure. Now and then, forget the selfy, turn the camera around, and capture the color and contrast to share with everyone. We'll know you were there! If you post it immediately to Facebook, Snapchat, or other public media, we can be there with you in the moment.
On to meet my new clients!
Philip D. Collins