from Stockbridge to Boston

the Berkshires always remind me of James Taylor and Sweet Baby James we ended up at Tanglewood this past weekend it was opening night (and funny that James Taylor happened to be in the audience…along with Yo Yo Ma!) so exciting! but it’s always magical out there as I’ve been coming here many summers since I was a little girl tonight was an all…

it was time…

to get back into the city even though it was a day to celebrate motherhood I felt the need to pay tribute to the sons and daughters who lost their lives in the Boston Marathon bombings as I stood there I couldn’t help but think it could have been one of ours or one of yours you always think it can’t happen where you…

this boy…

comes home today all done his junior year he performed his first college recital and just this week, his quintet performed at a local library in celebration of Brahm’s birthday Putting musical accomplishments aside, I have to say that he is so fortunate to have so many amazing, supportive friends at school friendships that I’m sure will continue long after their college days are over.   He…

at the tip

  of Cape Ann on the rocky coast of the north shore lies the village of Rockport home to lobstermen and artists a place I’ve been coming to all my life where fishing shacks have been turned into shops and galleries where Winslow Homer once came to paint where they recently built a concert hall around a grand piano and the audience looks out…

with time

“Time by minutes slips away, First the hour, then the day, Small the daily loss appears, Yet soon it amounts to years” ~ Ronald Tierney   These were my birthday roses this lovely white rose was on it’s way out but I felt it had a certain beauty about it still. http://www.rocktheshotforum.com/