summer of love

                          You’re either on the bus…or off the bus. ~ Ken Kesey ☮️

noticing

She brings a camera everywhere, notices the little things, gets a cup of coffee at a different cafe, takes the long way home”. ~ MH Clark                 wandering around Tower Hill Botanical Garden exploring some woodland trails downtown for coffee a bit of people watching in the park spring is here

winter sea

  we took the backroads exploring off the beaten track under changeable skies by the sea ending with the best clam chowdah and a few beers at the local pub we walked back to our hotel on the mostly empty streets in the dark  

vulnerable to joy

one day with Izzy all we needed was a little snow.. a week later, it arrived   “I know what I really want for Christmas. I want my childhood back. Nobody is going to give me that. I might give at least the memory of it to myself if I try. I know it doesn’t make sense, but since when is Christmas about sense,…

silent communication

“We walked always in beauty, it seemed to me. We walked and looked about, or stood and looked. Sometimes, less often, we would sit down. We did not often speak. The place spoke for us and was a kind of speech. We spoke to each other in the things we saw.” ~ Wendell Berry SaveSave SaveSave