an infrequent repository of mostly new stuff
Lake Atitlan from Casa del Mundo, after a storm
We’re back.
A couple of times a decade we manage to take a nice trip somewhere. A few years ago it was the northern California coast. This time it was Guatemala, and what an amazing trip it was. A truly stunning landscape that left us literally speechless more than once. Continue reading “Home Port”
Sunshine starts a second snowfall
There are things you do in your 50’s that you thought you’d do in your 20’s.
This is a given.
What you remember is often what you wished for,
not what really happened.
Some things you declined to say when you could have will ring in your ears forever.
It’s better to say them all.
There will be more joy than you expected,
certainly more than you thought you deserved.
You will continue to have conversations with people you loved,
decades after they’re gone.
You will often cry unexpectedly –
not when things are sad, but when they are beautiful.
These are some things I’ve learned.
Snowy River
Fresh snow got home before we did on Christmas Day. After dinner with family in DC, we drove back south, headlong into waves of a big storm as it broke over the hills on the way north. The last hour of driving was spent tacking back and forth in the dark, looking for cleared roads. We’re getting used to this by now, and the novelty has definitely worn off.
Mirror Pond
Our house is surrounded by over 300 acres of woods and overgrown hay fields. The land was bought by a big-time developer just days before we moved in, but has laid fallow for almost 30 years. We’ve savored the quiet it provides, a buffer between us and the rest of the world, and it’s a haven for all sorts of wildlife. We frequently take walks there in the evening. Continue reading “Room With A View”
Silo and old barn on the edge of town.
Fall snuck up on me this year. Maybe I was just too busy to see it coming. There’s a heavy frost due in the morning. Geese mutter in the corn stubble. Continue reading “A Nip in the Air”
”Marianne,” one of the Museum’s Log Canoes
How do you get a hundred or so independent-minded skippers to sail their boats in a tight formation in the same general direction for a few miles?
Tell them it’s a race. Continue reading “MASCF Part 3 ~ A Parade of Sail”
Big snow storm tonight. Took two hours to get home, and Terri is still stuck in town, staying with friends.
It’s already deeper than the dogs. Emily is outside with them, and they bound through it like antelope, or burrow like groundhogs. I can hear her laughing in the dark.
It will fall through the night and into tomorrow.
A good night to be warm inside by the fire.
We’ll have a White Christmas.