06/09/2021
It had been two years since I stood on Sunset Hill and let the view stun me. The last time I was there, I was with my now ex husband, and it was actually a really great day. Probably top 10 of our adventures together over the years, and that made it sting just enough that last year when the lupines were blooming that I couldn't bring myself to go back.
But this year, I found myself watching for them with fervor. They called to me this year, and answering it fed my soul.
I made the 1.5hr drive north after work, with the windows down, the radio turned up, and haze waving up from the pavement in impossible humidity. It was perfect.
On arrival, I expected to have to fight throngs of people like I have in years past, but being a hot and muggy Monday night, I had the hilltop mostly to myself. I snapped a few photos, then meandered around town to kill time before sunset.
I drove by this little chapel twice before I actually pulled in. It was quaint and cute, but I was completely dissatisfied with the first few frames I took. It wasn't until I rounded the back of the church, and saw its own little patch of lupines in the meadow behind it that I knew where I needed to be.
So, in my shorts and sandals (as a concession to the heat) I waded through the almost waist-high flowers and grass. When I turned and looked up the hill at the chapel, I smiled, and knew that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. So, I settled in, and played for a bit before finding the settings I wanted in the challenging late afternoon light.
The result was worth the ticks I plucked off my legs for the rest of the night.
"Saint Matthew's Chapel"
© The Root Cellar Studio
Sugar Hill, NH
June 7, 2021