Post-concert blues

From morning to night

Arturo practiced his fingers to the bone.

His performance on Saturday met with howling success

but he felt rather dead by evening's end.

Happy Halloween Everyone!

bewitched

the moment Greg met Linda

he knew he'd found the girl of his dreams

Hallelujah

Mr. Johnson loved parent-teacher conference day

no place like home

Jeff and Jody trade city life

for a little place in Vermont.

high anxiety in pumpkintown

it was only a half-baked story told to him once by his daft Aunt Muffin

and yet young Gordon couldn't shake his feeling of dread

our hearts were altered

by the soliloquy of light

rain dimples the water

and restless geese preen and paddle,

waiting for a signal to rise

click

the moody sky

smiled for just one moment

skywatch friday: a broody sky

gathers the world under its wing

and settles softly down.

this old house thursday: it happens every shingle week

the sun loves running its fingers over the face of this house

something strange in the neighborhood

if you hear leaves rustling, don't assume it's the wind.

look, ma, i've got 100 followers!!!!

thank you, thank you to each and every one.

Elysian Hills Tree Farm

the air smells of apples

and horses

and woodsmoke

monochrome monday: light's out

i've never seen it lit and yet

it still thrills me with a sense of homecoming

as for yesterday, give a cigar to Sunny, Steve, Kaori, Jacob, and Dave. the answer was Cadillac.

Frank, you get every other cigar remaining in the box. though you never actually answered the question.

calling all car experts

which automobile does this belong to?

this one?

or this one?

crimson cheeked

what do the tall trees say

to make you blush so,

little one?

sky watch friday: river garden

the paramount theater once stood on this site.

i saw King of Hearts here, twice.

when the theater burned down

the town visionaries decided to make an indoor park out of the space.

it's often entirely naked beneath the glass roof.

you can take shelter here from the rain,

watch the snow fall,

walk to the back and gaze at the lazy river.

there is no river inside the 'river garden'

there is no garden inside the 'river garden'

but any given day will find a dozen or so people in there,

reading, playing chess, dancing the wild fandango.

this old house Thursday: on north street

i went out yesterday

in the late afternoon.

the wind made a blizzard of maple-leaf snowflakes,

the rain nibbled the air with its little sleet teeth.

autumn lullaby

if you sit quietly

you can hear the trees humming softy to the grass, to the air,

to the darting birds in their sun-dappled feathers

where the fairies play

shelf mushrooms

arranged like a stairway up the side of a stump

monochrome monday: all out for brattleboro

amtrak rolls through town twice a day,

once heading north, once heading south.

this was the northbound train, carrying my beloved high school drama teacher.

'cat'emplation

brown cat reflecting

this path, this light

sometimes i feel profoundly grateful for this technology.

skywatch friday: red barn, watercolor clouds

in vermont the sky changes its mood as often as a hopeful girl changes her

outfit on a saturday afternoon

this is my 300th post.

thank you all for making this adventure at CDPB such a joy!

this old house Thursday: jewel beyond price

floating in an autumn field is Naulakha,

the vermont home of Rudyard Kipling.

fields of gold

such great diversity on such a small patch of land

afterimage

these brittle branches won't survive the vermont winter.

fragile limbs stretch across the strange autumn sky, savoring the bittersweet taste of their last season.

they are like the afterimage of lightning.

monochrome monday: a few wrinkles to iron out at Hildene

there were times when bertha would lose her head on wash day

still hildene

robert todd lincoln pasted artwork from storybooks on these screens.

when his grandchildren wanted a particular story, they would point to one of the pictures,

demand, 'this one!'

and their grandfather would oblige by telling them the requested tale.

in the garden at hildene: manchester, vermont

robert todd lincoln lived here

surrounded by green mountains.

his children, abraham lincoln's grandchildren, made this garden as a birthday gift for their mother

skywatch friday: floating in a sea of blue

looking up,

i discovered this rowing shell,

strapped to a car roof,

floating in the sky

Skywatchers around the world

Theme Day: Contrast...divine light in a dour city

a handful of locals sat on lawn chairs

silent, awed by the glimpse of something

bigger even than their big apple,

glimpsed between towering giants.

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