Franconia Sculpture Park

Yesterday my mom and I went to Franconia Sculpture Park.

On the way to the park I got to drive my truck, a stick shift. In Jejudo I tried to remember how to drive a stick, but couldn’t. A few nights ago I had a dream that I was driving a stick. As soon as I switched gears once, I remembered how to handle the clutch.

At the sculpture garden I got more practice with my new lens. It is hard to find the sweet spot/focal point with that lens, but I think I’m getting better. My favorite photo in the bunch is the one of the house. Very Aunty Em, Kansas, Wicked Witch feeling. In the meantime, Mom got to test out my prime lens. If Good Man ever gets a camera, I’m sure it will be a Nikon so we can share lenses and accessories.

On the way home we took another road, only to find a little lake.




Near the Shore