What a beautiful day to go for a drive with friends. It reminded me of when I was in first and second grade and lived in southern California. My best friend's parents would load us, three little girls, into the car and drive us along the coast just for the sights. Sunday driving, it was called.
Sometimes the term Sunday driver would be used as a mildly derogatory remark, especially if you were trying to get somewhere and the driver in front of you was just dawdling along. Your parents might say, "Sunday driver, got nothing better to do than slow down traffic" as they passed and shook their heads.
So yesterday, Saturday, I was the dreaded Sunday driver with nothing better to do than head out to the little town of New Sweden, my station wagon loaded up with a friend, a husband and cameras. At the end of the expedition there was lunch at Cafe 290. The queso was fabulous as was the coconut meringue pie.
There is really very little to do in New Sweden. There is a church with a remarkable steeple and a cemetery just down the road. The church has an old whitewashed farmhouse on the property, a shed full of angels, a merry-go-round dated 1950 that whirled smooth as butter, and a slide. It was enough to occupy three adults for the better part of an hour.
The church is beautiful inside and out. I used my tilt shift lens and fell in love with it's crispness and speed (f/2.8). I switched over to a zoom lens but went right back to the tilt shift. I need so much more practice, so much more camera time to get better. Here are a few of the images that I came away with.