Wednesday, October 28, 2009
This might be funnier if I hadn't fallen so soundly asleep once that 3 people gathered around me (after conferring with each other), wondering if there were something wrong with me, if they should touch me, if they should wake me up, call 911, or what. I was sprawled out, leaning way back in my chair, arms stretched out to the sides, head way back. At least I wasn't snoring, and at least they were kind eough not to call the director in. It's one of those "remember the time that" stories.
Friday, October 09, 2009
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We had our weekend bog walk last weekend. It had rained so the boardwalk was slippery. I kept yelling at the dogs to SLOW DOWN or they would slip and break their backs. They would slow down--for a little while, but the fun of the boardwalk is running fastfastfast like steeds pulling a chariot.
The cat likes to go ahead, only once in a while, and here she's sitting on a bench staring at who knows what.
Some friends wanted to get together to chip in on a bench in memory of someone who died, so they asked the Nature Conservancy how much that would cost. When they found out it was $10,000 they decided to do something else.
The cat likes to go ahead, only once in a while, and here she's sitting on a bench staring at who knows what.
Some friends wanted to get together to chip in on a bench in memory of someone who died, so they asked the Nature Conservancy how much that would cost. When they found out it was $10,000 they decided to do something else.
tams
Some call them larches, some call them tamaracks. I like tamaracks. There was an old inn/restaurant where my mother lives called The Larchwood Inn. I don't think there were any larches there.
Anyway, they are not coniferous, and those aren't needles but leaves. They turn a beautiful gold that signals the end of the season, just before the leaves drop. Plunk, that's the end of it all. I don't know why this guy is leading the pack.
Anyway, they are not coniferous, and those aren't needles but leaves. They turn a beautiful gold that signals the end of the season, just before the leaves drop. Plunk, that's the end of it all. I don't know why this guy is leading the pack.
octopi
If there were land octopuses, this would be one. It's a fern, oddly green and oddly small for this time of year. Isn't it great that it's so round? Pretty little thing, it is.
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Everyone has tried to take an Escher shot of this pool. This is the trees reflected on the surface. I gave up trying for the 3 views a long time ago--you can sometimes see the bottom of the pool, something floating on top, and the reflection. Once my photographer cousin was getting ready to take a beautiful shot of that and just before she clicked the image my hahaha dog jumped into the pool. Not funny, she thought. Clever dog, I thought.
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I think this may be one of those "you had to be there" shots. The rain drops stuck to the tamarack/larches and made them a little ghostly. It was a grand effect.
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Ah yes, Alder Brook. We have so many choices of views, colors changing and different hues everywhere you look. This is not one of the brightest spots but it's my usual spot.
at random
This is a random stream, who knows the name-- It's on the way to Paul Smiths from my house (yes, there's no Smith's, it's Smiths) Across from Jones Pond. There's just pretty scenery everywhere you go. How lucky is a girl to see this whenever she wants to?
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And finally, this could be a raindrop, or a tear drop, the way I feel about losing Ken these days. Every fall I bought him a pumpkin and a mum. Force of habit, when I picked out my pumpkin I thought--"which one is right for Ken?," and getting my mums drew the same reaction. Well, life goes on.
This, of course is a raindrop. I had to ask (politely) if Tess would wait a minute before swimming in the pool. She was very patient and I congratulated her.
This, of course is a raindrop. I had to ask (politely) if Tess would wait a minute before swimming in the pool. She was very patient and I congratulated her.
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