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Contoocook River Below Noone Falls |
Here is a quick cautionary tale. It seems that at least half of my blog articles follow a cautionary theme. I am perpetually telling you what not to do by recounting the disasters that have befallen
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Noone Falls with Better Flow, Peterborough, NH |
Noone Falls
Last week I was in Peterborough delivering a picture to a client.
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Contoocook River Reservoir |

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Contoocook River Through the Shoot |
As I got out of the car at the Y, I grabbed for my gym bag and suddenly realized that I would not be punishing myself on the weights that day. The "cagy, experienced photographer" had left his photo bag in its very secure location on the side of the Contoocook River 25 miles away. I took such great precautions to protect my bag that I had completely forgotten it. Horrified, I did a quick mental inventory; Macro Lens, Filters, extra battery ,memory cards, graduated and variable ND filters, somewhat ratty cable release, and of course one partially incinerated, but much beloved camera bag. There was no choice. I leaped back into the car and hurtled back to Peterborough, reassuring myself all the way that the chance of someone finding and absconding with my bag of random stuff was very low. But it didn't help to reduce my anxiety.

As I pulled into the parking lot and rushed toward the river I knew I had no right to expect a joyous reunion. It didn't help to realize that, if I lost everything, I would have the makings of yet another sadly cautionary blog article. Against all justice the bag was still there, looking a bit hurt, but none the worst for this trial separation. I could almost hear it complaining, "First you light me on fire and now you desert me by a raging river? Is there a message here?"
Undeserved Bonus
As I sheepishly returned to the car, fate struck one more surprising



So what is the lesson from my latest screw-up? It may be that I should keep better track of the equipment and not get distracted by the beauty of the location, but I prefer to think that it is the reminder of the value of returning to a spot for a fresh look. Even when the visits are just a couple of hours apart, a fresh eye,(or head orientation) can reveal surprising new opportunities. Perhaps my bag knew all along that there was more to see along the Contoocook. Oh, and I did remember to bring that bag home this time, but the poor thing was watching my every move with practiced skepticism.
Jeffrey Newcomer
Partridgebrookreflections.com