This evening, I realized I didn’t do anything “bloggable” on Sunday, so I was out of topics to write about. I pondered writing about my work laptop crashing and having to get a replacement sent to my home office, but that’s pretty much the whole story in one sentence. I could have writen about having maintenance people in the apartment installing an air duct while trying to work, or Tisen’s return to day care, or perhaps even my workout this morning. But, let’s face it, I’m obsessed with photography and no other subject will do.
Therefore, the only solution was to go out and shoot. However, I’m tired of going across the street to the riverfront and taking pictures of the Market Street Bridge and the Tennessee Aquarium.
One of the places near Chattanooga Pat and I have wanted to explore is Point Park. Point Park is one of the battlefield monuments to the Civil War in the area. It’s also known for spectacular views.
It’s located on Lookout Mountain, which would be better described as a ridge. The point is literally just that–it’s the end of the ridge, affording views in three directions. This was the destination I picked for tonight. We loaded up my gear, Tisen, water, and rain gear and headed out.
When we arrived at the park entrance, a police officer pulled up in front of the gate and was pulled out a backpack. We wondered if he was there to check to make sure that everyone in the park had purchased a pass and made sure we stopped to get ours before going in.
We wandered along the paved trail around the landscaped park area enjoying the views. I set up my tripod and took some shots towards downtown Chattanooga, finding our building off in the distance. The meander in the river that goes through the downtown area was fascinating. I always knew the river bent back upon itself, but I never realized just how narrow the land in the middle gets just West of us. Looking at it from up on the point made me realize why it’s called moccasin bend–the land mass resembles a snake’s head.
As we worked our way along slowly, several police cars squeezed by on the paved trail. Then, an ambulance went by. We watched them setting up a gurney and wondered if someone was injured.
As we headed down the path towards the museum on the point, we passed a large rock formation that seemed to be begging people to climb it to see the view. I might even have been tempted myself except that the base of the rock was surrounded by a variety of medical equipment that the paramedics hadn’t yet returned to pick up. It was fairly obvious why the ambulance was there. We stuck to the path.
Even Tisen only went off trail once when he accidentally ducked under the rail without realizing it.
To be continued . . .