When I was in Pittsfield a few weeks ago (before moving into my new apartment and before this all happened), it occurred to me that my hobby of walking around and snapping photos hadn't "developed" (see what I did there?) till long after moving out my parents' home. Thus, exploring my parents' backyard with a camera was something I'd never done before - probably ever. With nothing better to do and an expansive yard of a rural 3-acres calling my name, I grabbed my CyberShot and headed outside to see what caught my eye.
This stuff was so springy beneath my feet... I'm not entirely sure what it is, but it's not grass:
Don't ask me what the traffic cone is doing in this scene:
This little guy hangs out on the porch:
Well I hope you've enjoyed these peeks into the yard I played in for my entire childhood. Maybe some other time I'll take my camera beyond their yard and into the surrounding woods, which is where the real party is. And by "party" I mean "fort-making territory." One's childhood should also be full of lots of fort-making, I always say. Always.
Have you ever taken your camera back to your childhood home to capture it through your adult eyes? Don't you want to now??