In an effort to document the rest of the tour in a somewhat more respectable fashion, since stumbling into a book deal, I’ve taken it upon myself to start using Aaron’s fancy schmancy camera rather than my beloved iphone. Don’t get me wrong, I adore the pictures I take on my phone and I think that they work splendidly on the blooooog. But if I want any of the pictures from here on out to have a fighting chance at being in the book I have to throw a little higher resolution into the mix.
And at the top of the list of “pictures to retake in hopes that they just might end up in my book, right where they belong” are the pictures I took at Walden Pond of the statue of Thoreau holding (and falling in love with) a teeny pie. So early yesterday afternoon, I packed up my pie, zipped my way to Walden (in a zip car of course… Iama lady) and proceeded to carry a small pastry around a large pond, stopping occasionally to snap it’s picture.
Um. First, what is this crazy pie life? Second, do you know hard it is to be inconspicuous when you’re carrying a pie around a large body of water on one of the sunniest, warmest days of this insanely early spring? It’s impossible! The last time I came to Walden it had been winter… I waxed poetically about the joys of winter water in a blog post afterward, and reveled in the fact that there weren’t very many people there to ogle my pie. Yesterday however was a different story entirely and the people staring at both me and my pie fell into three categories:
1. Bemused. Those that fell into this category usually broke into a quizzical smile at the arrival of a pie on the scene. These were mostly fishermen and a few fellow tourists who were there to take pictures as well… albeit not with a small baked good.
2. Straight up confused. Those that fell into this category were either sunbathing (I kid you not, in bathing suits) or working out. That’s that good, old fashioned jogging outside in a state park kind of working out. They stared at me like I was completely insane. A few in the bathing suits actually look affronted, as though I was trying to ruin their ‘spring break bod’ diet by mere proximity.
3. Hungry. There were people there who absolutely wanted to eat my pie.
I dodged my way around distrustful jogger glares, and hungry hikers, taking pictures all the while and Walden Pond: part two was a success! I got all the pictures that I wanted to recreate as well as a few new ones… and as soon as Aaron teaches me how to get them all onto my computer (it’s terribly fancy schmancy, after all) I will show you just how adept I’ve gotten at taking pie pictures. But until then, may this iphone photo of a pie on a perfect moss placemat satisfy you.