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/

over in the meadow

my mind was once the true survey Of all these meadows fresh and gay; And in the greenness of the grass Did see its hopes as in a glass. ~ Andrew Marvell ______________ because I needed to see some green today I dug these photos out of my archives seems I’m surrounded by browns and grays lately and with a storm forcast to hit…

antsy in the suburbs

                    I’m starting to miss Boston we’ve had a few quick trips in for concerts and the theater but I really miss just wandering around people watching, taking in the sights I’m starting to think about the Red Sox Opening day at Fenway the swans and the swan boats returning to the Public Garden frozen…

pastoral

    this has become one of my go-to places when I walk it’s an equestrian center not far from my home acres of pasture land that sits up on a hill surrounded by apple orchards wandering around here I always feel like I’m in the countryside somewhere in Ireland or on the Moors of England especially on a foggy day such as this…