A Sunday Afternoon in Sandpoint Idaho.
Hermie and I decide to go to the Fiddling Jam at Western Pleasure Ranch. Hermie and I drive through the mist that snuggles in over the mountains and flows across the hills and melting snows. She pulls over a number of times and I pop out my Sony SLR and snap pictures of the monochromatic watercolors that God is spreading across the landscape.
On arrival at Western Pleasure the fiddling is has already started, and guys and gals older than dirt (about my age) accompanied by fresh-faced youth are filling the large wooden meeting with oldies that bring a glitch to our hearts. A wood fire snaps in the great stone fireplace.
Hermie and I with a few others swing across the dance floor to the Tennessee Waltz. I snap a few pictures of the fiddlers using no flash, reveling in the modern technology packed away in the Sony. When I was a kid, I was so happy with Ektacrome with ASA 400. With this new camera I snap away at ASA 4000, and could go to ASA 6400, but Sutterbug Magazine warns of noticeable grain at that speed. We chew the fat with folks attending, satiate ourselves on free coffee and eat oatmeal cookies that have chocolate chips, a new combination. After a couple lovely hours we drive home.
Up on the mountain, the lights glitter their invitation to night skiing.
Photos of this afternoon up on Picassa at: http://picasaweb.google.com/fosterclinephotography/
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