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Tag: White Mountains
Seize the Day
Everyday I pass a place in the mountains where the water gathers and runs off when it is in liquid form. Most of the winter it is covered under snow but there are a few magical days when it is cold enough to freeze… Continue Reading “Seize the Day”
Frozen New Year
In 2017 I started more drafts of posts that have gone unpublished than ever before. There is so much I have felt I needed to say but I lack the time to get them to a place worth sharing. These scattered unfinished thoughts have been… Continue Reading “Frozen New Year”
Photo Challenge 2016- Creation
I have always had the unquenchable desire to create stuff. Pretty much anything will do for materials, I can sculpt, draw, paint, weave, sew, and when all else fails I will completely make things up but there is nothing that I have ever done that… Continue Reading “Photo Challenge 2016- Creation”
Photo Challenge 2016- Mystery
There is nothing hidden about the changing of the seasons in New England. The constant transition happens all around. Everything out in the open, there to see if you take the time to look. The fields that line my commute are daily reminders that the land’s… Continue Reading “Photo Challenge 2016- Mystery”
Photo Challenge 2016- Autumn
Autumn in New England is a grand thing. The cold nights drive the bugs back to the depths of the hienus hell bogs from whence they came. That in itself, would be reason to celebrate but as an added bonus (or just nature’s apology for… Continue Reading “Photo Challenge 2016- Autumn”
Photo Challenge 2016- Rich
Drained and tired, I started the car and pointed it south. Clocked out and homeward bound. The day’s events rolled around my head, a tango of worry and stress. My music played with no-one listening to it. I had no room for the lovely sounds, only… Continue Reading “Photo Challenge 2016- Rich”
“Lost” Is a State Of Mind, Not Location.
Due to a last-minute change in plans, I found myself the proud owner of a day off, to myself. I decided to take advantage of my proximity to the White Mountains and drive north. Back home, I spent days on end meandering the back roads… Continue Reading ““Lost” Is a State Of Mind, Not Location.”
“That Man Is The Richest Whose Pleasures Are The Cheapest.”-H.D.T
I got an unexpected surprise soon after I married my husband. We had no money for a honeymoon (this was not the surprise.) As we were discussing what we could do with our time off together I jokingly suggested that we go driving around Maine listening… Continue Reading ““That Man Is The Richest Whose Pleasures Are The Cheapest.”-H.D.T”
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