Fare thee well, old friend.
There are endings … and then there are final endings. This particular cemetery is in the middle of town, right across from the waterfall. It predates the Revolutionary War and many soldiers through World War I are buried there.
Our Commons is also full of memorials to those who died in the Civil War, World War I and II … and more. If we have many more wars, there will be no space left on the Commons. It will be entirely composed of war memorials.
That’s a thought to ponder, isn’t it?
It was the third blizzard in only two weeks. The children had gone back to the oven where at least it was warm. They were tired of snowmen. The snowmen were tired of being snow people. At least two of them were banging on the front door, knocking relentlessly with their frozen, mittened hands.
She couldn’t let them in. They would melt. No matter how hard she tried to explain it to them, they didn’t get it. They just wanted to warm up. It could be very difficult to argue with snow people.
Actually, everything was trying to get into the house, by door, window, chimney or duct. The squirrels were lined up on the deck. Eating birdseed, but they clearly wanted something more solid. Also, maybe a nice cozy bed near the fireplace.
The bears hadn’t been hibernating like usual. Maybe there had been too many warm weeks mixed with the bitter cold ones. They’d been up and around. Hitting the trash bins with a vengeance. She was pretty sure they wouldn’t mind being her personal bear rugs as long as they got some of her baked goodies.
Worst of all, everything that walked, flew or crept was eating her house. That was the biggest problem with having a house made of gingerbread. No matter how solidly you sealed it up, anything with a mouth could gnaw its way in.
She sighed. Back to the kitchen. She needed to bake a new piece of roof and a replacement front step.
A woman’s work was never done.
Walking by the river on a day in the fall, the river was flat. Like a winding mirror through the hills and valleys, it reflected back the colors of the trees along its path. “Hard to believe,” thought Maggie, “That we have had storm after storm and this is the first quiet day in weeks.”
You could tell there’d been recent storms if you looked. Many parts of the river were blocked by tree limbs. Maggie hoped someone would come and clear the waterway. Eventually, all the fallen limbs and leaves would choke the river and no one would be able to use it, though the ducks seemed happy enough.
Given the weather, no one was going kayaking anyway. It was one storm after another. And once in a while, a perfect peaceful sunny day.
This was such a day. She couldn’t remember the last one, but she put all her worries in a dark closet in the back of her brain. Today was beautiful and tomorrow would have to take care of itself.
Thus, as she walked, she had no thought in her head but to enjoy these golden hours as long as they lasted.
Cee’s vibrant color Fun Foto Challenge.
Lost again? No problem! Just follow us and you’ll discover places you’ve never seen (or even heard of) before. You will find nooks and crannies previously undiscovered by man or automobile!
Come with us as we ride the roads that go nowhere and walk down docks that end in the river. And wear washable shoes, because there is always plenty of sucking mud.
I realized this omitted my dogs, the local milk cows, and the chickens. That left birds. I have seen many wild creatures, but I haven’t gotten their pictures. I can tell you about the tortoises and coyote, chipmunk, bobcat, and fisher cat. Squirrels, deer, rabbits, gophers and I know we have begun to have bears, too.
But when we get right down to it, what I have photographically, are birds.
Nothing makes me take odder ball pictures than a new camera. As I’ve been trying to figure out what this camera cum computer can do, I’ve taken some interesting pictures. No question, they are odd. But very interesting and rather unique.
I got a new camera. Having given my favorite camera to Garry, I realized I need at least one long lens. After a lot of checking, it turned out to be far less expensive to get a whole camera than a long lens for the Olympus. The Olympus lens is not only more expensive, it was also much slower. And, I was pretty sure I wouldn’t use it much, either.
I bowed to reality. Fortunately, the price on the camera I wanted had dropped by half since I last looked at it. This probably means Panasonic is going to make this model obsolete and introduce another which will cost more, but not necessarily be better — or even as good — as this one. I have lost faith in new models as improvements over earlier versions.
It was really hot today. Humid, too. Normally I’d have “gone out” to shoot with the new camera, but at 100 degrees (37.8 for your metric folks) and nearly 100% humidity, it felt like hot soup outside. I took a few garden shots, then went back inside for the air conditioning. I don’t like winter, but I really hate hot and humid.
This heat won’t last long. Less than a week, then it will cool down. For the beach bunnies, this is perfect weather for a long holiday weekend. I burn easily and heat stroke is my favorite warm weather activity, so I’m happy in the A/C. Garry claims to love hot weather, but I notice he’s not outside, either. I think when you reach our age, extremes in temperature are unhealthy.
It’s dusk. From the 33rd floor of the State Street skyscraper overlooking Boston Harbor. Not an easy shot as I’m dressed for a wedding and the only camera I have is a rather pathetic one in my not-so-new mobile phone.
Yet it’s a magnificent sight. I’m glad I’m able to get any pictures at all.
You can see many rooves along the harbor, from 250-year-old warehouses to other tall building. But this building was the tallest of all!
Well, the theme is ROOFS (or rooves if you prefer). Your roof can be;
A – Any type, any condition, any size, and in any location.
B – It could be a shot across rooftops, of one roof like today or even a macro
C – You might prefer to spend some time under the eaves and in the attic, or enjoy the view from above as Brian has already done today.
See you tomorrow!
Garry is about 25% Irish (paternal grandparents were both from Sligo). Not me, though. No Irish, not even a hint. My DNA confirmed what I already knew: Jewish, middle of Europe and a tiny hit of North Africa — but 98.7% Jewish, which is a lot of Jewish.
Garry, on the other hand, is everyman. Garry is the world. If you were to pick someone who looks like everyone, he would be a fine selection.
When Garry worked, he drank on St. Patrick’s Day. To be fair, he drank every day during those years and the holiday was just a way of gathering more drinkers together into one giant, collective mob of drunks. Some of whom might be Irish, or just as often, not. Pass the bottle.
Nancy Merrill, who actually is Irish, picked “green” for our theme of the week. Although I’m seething a corned beef in the slow-cooker, I couldn’t find anything green to wear, so I’m wearing green earrings and a green turquoise necklace.
I did, however, wander around the house with my OMD and my macro lens, taking as many pictures as I could find indoors which I could consider more green than not. Not every picture was good enough to process, so these are the ones I liked.
Green! With some hints of other colors, just to keep things interesting.
Theoretically, spring should be hinting at its arrival … but it’s not. No flowers and it’s cold, pouring rain, and very windy outside. In the middle of this, the builder came by to take a look at our falling apart window. Now I’m wondering how much wall behind that rotting window is going to need replacement.