a few outtakes

Home again home again

And how quickly I've left that getaway to a simpler time and am gnashing my teeth just thinking about all that I have to get done this week.  Today will be lists and laundry and lists and more. 

But for a moment here, I'll revisit the weekend.  It was lovely.  I thoroughly enjoyed going with friends who've been there before, who knew the roads - the shops - all that.  I had been to the area once by myself when Pa was working in that area - but it confused me.  I couldn't figure out where to go and what to do.  Now I know and feel more confidant.  This trip, for me, was like an introduction or a learning of the ropes.

So, what I learned was, that you have to get a map. (who knew?) And then drive - up and down the county roads, from little town to little town - watching carefully for buggies as you go - and choosing shops randomly based on past experiences or current needs and curiosity.   It was beautiful.  And I was very thankful that despite the rainy weekend forecast, we didn't see any rain until a few miles into our trip home.  We had perfect in and out of the vehicle weather.

I really didn't take that many pictures.  I made attempts to purposefully not be the last one left in the store so that I could use that time to get about and see what caught my eye - but then I found myself being torn between the beauty of the area and wanting to catch that on camera, and the feeling of wanting to be respectful.  I felt really self conscious.  If I went again, I would like to bring a zoom lens, altho the one that I would bring isn't very inconspicuous. It's an interesting feeling.

I also didn't take any pictures of the group that I went with.  Mine was the only camera that I saw all weekend in the bunch, and I'm always very nervous about being a pest and a bother with my big lens.  I see photos everywhere - sometimes it feels easier to just keep them in my head - altho sometimes I think, like a child, that it would be fun to be invisible and go around taking photos without the self conscious worry of all that. 

I would have enjoyed being invisible here, for instance.  I was positively itching to just crawl up close and get some shots of hands, or closeups of their expressions.  These guys were a fun bunch - I could have listened for hours.  They were not Amish.

I wanted to bring this guy home with me.  Isn't he the cutest?  I think he and George would have a good time filling my house with music.

And then, on our way home yesterday, we stopped at Warther's Museum and Knife Factory.  It was Pa's birthday on Saturday (I know - I'm pond scum) and I wanted to pick him up a gift - and, as luck would have it, I was also able to get the museum tour.  I was completely and totally fascinated. As multiple people have recommended it to me over the years, I would recommend it also. 

And then - back to reality.  I came home to a 2 year old who indulged in dairy all weekend and was up all night fussing with it, an 8 year old who didn't do her homework, piles of laundry and a to do list miles long.

HAPPY MONDAY!!

Comments

[tania]

:o)
looks like you had a lovely time and got some great photos. next time you head that way, call me!

[Brita]

So glad you had a good time. Thanks for the recap.

[elizabeth]

it all looks beautiful.

[Deb Wisker]

Awesome photos! Glad you had a good weekend!

[Ann Bimberg]

glad you had fun

[cuz Karen]

I know you had a great time. We have an amish community about 10 miles from our place in ky.
I love to go and shop. after my first visit, I left my camera at home. I know what you mean about being selfconsious.. I decided the pictures I would take would be in my mind only.. I have some great ones..
so glad you got some time to get away and relax with the girls..
hugs,