One January afternoon I was on the telephone with my neighbor, Barbara. During the conversation she mentioned that she joined a photo club. My interest piqued. You see, I write a Yosemite hiking blog and though a novice, enjoy taking photos during the hikes to add to the blog (see califraven.wordpress.com). After she told me about the club, we said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, intrigued.
Fast forward several weeks and I am now a member of the Mariposa Photo Club. Luckily they accept amateurs with limited skill levels (that would be me) who use beginner cameras, such as my shiny red point-and-shoot Canon.
Each month we are assigned to photograph a particular subject, or perhaps to use a certain technique. This month’s assignment was to photograph Historic Mariposa County, the photos you see posted here.
Though it was a cold and cloudy day with limited sunshine, Barbara and I trekked through the county locating many things of historical interest. It was a chance to see the county in a different light–so to speak, and to get to know my neighbor a little better.
Those who read my hiking blog know that I am infatuated with wildflowers. As we walked back to the car, I spied these little beauties growing in the grass. Even though they aren’t historical, I couldn’t help but add the photo.
We departed Bear Valley and drove the winding, bumpy, abandoned back road to Hornitos, population 75. There we met a local woman named Mary Ann cleaning Stagg Hall which accommodates more than the inhabitants of the town, 105.
Mary Ann walked us to the abbreviated Main Street and pointed at several old buildings (all of them) then explained their history.
She may have thrown in a tall tale or two for entertainment value, such as bandit Joaquin Murrieta running through an underground tunnel to the livery for a quick getaway.
We returned to the car and drove up the hill dead ending at St. Catherine’s Catholic church and cemetery. The church was built in 1862 and Mass is said there once or twice a year. I have had the privilege of being lector during Mass in this tiny church on All Saints Day.
Since it was too cold for a picnic, Barbara and I sat in the car next to the church and ate our bag lunches. On the way back to Mariposa, it began to rain ending our first photographic adventure.