Weston, Vermont--closing the door

some memories we carry away with us as we close the door and move on.

but some memories remain behind, clinging to the surfaces we touched,

adrift in the vacant air.

horse at a gallop

remarkable sense of metal in motion

outside the Brattleboro Museum of Art

Thank you all for your kind birthday greetings.

It was a splendid day.

birthday

there were five grandsons in my family

when the doctor told my mother, "it's a girl!"

"you're lying," my mother said.

he wasn't.

skywatch friday: night falling on main street

the dark sets in earlier

we put on cotton sweaters

to walk after dinner.

This Old Jail House

in the 1800s this building housed Newfane's jail and its hotel,

the hotel occupied one side, the jail the other.

prisoners received the same food as hotel guests.

some people went out of their way to get locked up.

Four Columns, Newfane, Vermont

award winning food,

charming rooms,

located on one of the most photographed village greens in New England

Old Deerfield Village, Massachusetts

some of the houses here date back to the 17th century.

dog days

here it is in color, VP. thanks for the critique.

Weston, Vermont

back from NYC

nothing like a still pond

after the jangly, larger than life, sensual overload of the big city

new york was great!

but it's good to be home.

another Friday, another sky

taken on a walk earlier this week.

today the sky is gray with rain in the forecast.

heading down to nyc.

gonna get soaked, i think.

twilight in an overgrown field

who knows what conversations might have been had here,

what secrets shared, 

what dreams begun,

or ended.

Through the doorway

in a tiny mall

with a tailor shop and a restaurant

the glass door on an open studio invites passersby to gaze in and

watch artists at work.

Weston, Vermont

the old mill

Covered Bridge

over the West River.

striking the hour at yankee candle

every hour

this couple appears

to strike the bell.

skywatch friday: Yankee Candle Factory

a constellation of glow-in-the-dark stars

on the ceiling of the Yankee Candle Factory 

in Deerfield, Massachusetts 

Bliss at Brattstock

while the music played

this grandfather, this babe

drank from the chalice of sweet dreams.

Tuesday Doorway

the congregational church on main street has been undergoing a thorough face-lift

delicate pink

both the house

and these tender roses

Brattstock- Red Heart the Ticker

From noon until five 

half hour sets

blues to reggae

crowds of towheads and dredlocks and not-so-much locks.

This duet took third place recently on a Prairie Home Companion competition.

Every performance on Saturday was smokin'.

say it ain't so

but it's only just august

tempest in a teacup

my dear friend, Sandie, made a bird spa using her mother's old china.

only a moment before i snapped this a gold finch had been dancing a wild fandango inside it.

skywatch friday: sunset over the meadows

the quality of this shot, poor

the quality of this moment, indescribably beautiful.

This Old House Thursday: Western Avenue beauty

The lines of this house

strike just the right balance between interest and contentment, don't they?

Thank you Malyss of the beautiful Chronicles From the Shore

for bestowing an "I Love Your Blog" Award on the very shy but delighted Brattcat.

Wednesday doorway: my refrigerator

The best friends

are those who bake in your kitchen and leave

four layer cakes behind in your refrigerator

FYI: the cake is gone, dear friends,

please come back soon

urban gardener

Bill has taken a tiny patch of dirt abutting the co-op parking lot

and transformed it into an exotic oasis.

your chair awaits you

sending cooling wishes to all of you enduring the intense heat

Pisgah State Park, New Hampshire

Eight friends went hiking around Kilburn Pond yesterday.

The mosquitoes were insatiable.

But the pleasure of conversation and the beauty of the trail

helped us transcend the discomfort of the welts rising on our skin.

(apologies for the poor quality of this shot. i was scratching and shooting at the same time.)

Night view from a train

Each window of this train station 

(I think New Haven, Ct. but please correct me if I'm wrong)

glowed with topaz light.

Happy Theme Day everyone.

And THANK YOU for your comments.

Your words are so welcome and dear to me.