Unexpected monkey wrenches happen all the time. I experience this frequently in life as well as when I'm photographing landscapes. Sometimes I will scout and research a particular place to shoot. I try to cover all my bases but I may forget something like my camera battery which I might have left in its charging unit at home or a filter (oops). I may have an equipment fail like my digital shutter release or an adapter ring that is screwed in to tightly to the filter. Locations can also offer some challenges. Sudden weather changes or inaccessibility can be frustrating. Sometimes the location you originally planned on capturing was just part of the journey to what you really needed to see.
I wanted to photograph a beach landscape in a lonely sort of desolate way. It was the middle of the week and several weeks before the Memorial day kick off to summer. I turned into Hampton Beach State Park parking lot, it was deserted. The sky was cloudy with dark gray undertones and the air was a bit moist . I walked on to the beach. The jetty was exposed due to low tide. Possibly some good contrasts of shapes, colors and textures. I spent about an hour photographing and walking the beach. It is rare when you have the whole beach to yourself and I was enjoying the sense of solitude. Unfortunately I wasn't getting what I wanted so I decided to drive north towards Rye. Maybe something would call out to me.
I drove through the main drag of Hampton, past the sea walls, and up towards North beach. Then at the last minute, I took the left at the lights before Cinnamon Rainbows Surf shop onto Atlantic Ave. I followed Atlantic Ave all the way to Lafayette Rd. Instead of going straight through the lights towards Exeter, I accidentally got into the left hand only lane and headed south on Lafayette towards Hampton falls. Was the Universe intervening or was I just lousy at directions. I veered right and up Exeter Rd. I was a little lost but not in a panicky way more of a side tracked way. Huge houses with manicured lawns, large green fields and well maintained tracts of land lined the road. It was hard to believe that this could exist so close to the beach because it was so green and lush. I eventually passed Applecrest Orchard Farm and its many apple orchards, a church and the police station. I doubled back and pulled into the farm store parking lot. I grabbed my camera and walked to the end of the lot and crossed the road.
The small orchard was right in front of me. I was drawn by the crookedness of the trees, the green grass, the vertical lines of the truck tires in the field, the quintessential New England stone wall and the color and puffiness of the clouds. I began to shoot and above is one of the images I captured. To me, the mood did not change, only the location. It's my lemonade made from the lemons of my best laid plan.