View grayer image In response to rakkity’s crotchety comment: those hidden bays and forlorn islands are still there, we just hid from them. The outside was grey, cold and windy. I know, in our youth… .
Dear Susan, We had a most relaxing time. God is it important to get away, even briefly. I’m going to post a pic or two and it’ll look like all we did was bar hop, and while that is not a bad thing, we didn’t drink all that much. For instance, we drove to Cooleens […]
I’m at the Finlay’s painting Emma’s bedroom. It’s late afternoon, Kate calls needing a ride home and Emma’s my navigator as we wend our way through the back roads. As pure dialogue, this conversation sounds morbid. It wasn’t at all. “My birthday is in five days?†“Five days? I thought your birthday was in May?†[…]
The South of France somewhere near St. Tropez. July 1981. View larger image
Last night was a night For the constellations Slept with the window open The cold sky on my cheek Watched the earth turn towards the sun’s Light, moving down every edge of Tantalus And across the Ko’olau peaks And the grey dawn shade to blue Standing not too far from that cow trough; the view […]
French Alps View larger image
French Alps View larger image
Hiking in the Swiss Alps. July, 1981. View image
Guided by an early edition of Outside Magazine (1981, might have been named Mariah then?), we (Peter, Eileen and Diane) searched the Tamworth area of the White Mountains for a peaceful pothole in which to swim*, but found only rain swollen, turbulent streams. Okay, I did jump in, but I shouldnÃt have. Here, Eileen kicks […]
Ginger and Chris Schreiber, June 1981 I’ve been sorting and scanning old slides and I’ve found many stunning (if I don’t say so myself) photographs. Many more to follow. View larger image
Diane and I cruised into the Concord Park circle, a bit late, but still in time to ferry Flo to bingo the requisite two hours before the first number is shouted out. “How’s the place, still dead?†During the holidays there was no one to be seen, but the glasses askew, professor type, who sits […]
He doesn’t move this fast when he’s cleaning his car off to drive to school, but give Matthew a snow day and places to go… .