Town Hall and its tree:
A bit of the library. See the lady in the window?:
Old Coca Cola sign:
By the river:
The Charles River
Bench and Flowers
Mills Turned Art Studios
Old art deco(?) facade of town pool
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Thursday, October 1, 2009
Around (Water)Town
In the blue light of evening, the puppy and I took a stroll. There is a certain charm to our town. It speaks for itself...
Town Hall and its tree:
A bit of the library. See the lady in the window?:
Old Coca Cola sign:
By the river:
The Charles River
Bench and Flowers
Mills Turned Art Studios
Old art deco(?) facade of town pool
Town Hall and its tree:
A bit of the library. See the lady in the window?:
Old Coca Cola sign:
By the river:
The Charles River
Bench and Flowers
Mills Turned Art Studios
Old art deco(?) facade of town pool
Friday, August 21, 2009
Friday, June 5, 2009
Don't Fence Me In
Sitting in the grass and clover of the park, I spied lovely yellow flowers growing between two fences.
I wanted to set them free. Whenever I see anything caged, I want to set it free.
I identified with the flowers. There have been many times in my life when I have felt trapped, stuck in other people's narrow definitions and ideas of success. Even now, I find myself struggling to break free, make my own way.
Slowly, over the course of a few moments, I realized that the flowers, too, were reaching for freedom. The fences limited their growth width-wise, but they were growing up, no limits imposed upon them.
They gave me hope and courage, those little yellow flowers. Whenever I feel boxed in I will look around and find another direction in which to grow. So simple, yet I had never really thought of it before.
What do you do, what helps you to find your way?
Listen to Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters sing "Don't Fence Me In" on YouTube.
I wanted to set them free. Whenever I see anything caged, I want to set it free.
I identified with the flowers. There have been many times in my life when I have felt trapped, stuck in other people's narrow definitions and ideas of success. Even now, I find myself struggling to break free, make my own way.
Slowly, over the course of a few moments, I realized that the flowers, too, were reaching for freedom. The fences limited their growth width-wise, but they were growing up, no limits imposed upon them.
They gave me hope and courage, those little yellow flowers. Whenever I feel boxed in I will look around and find another direction in which to grow. So simple, yet I had never really thought of it before.
What do you do, what helps you to find your way?
Listen to Bing Crosby and The Andrews Sisters sing "Don't Fence Me In" on YouTube.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Some Enchanted Evening
Thanks to the new puppy, the Mr. and I have been spending our evenings outside. We sit in our rocking chairs on the porch with the pup on his blanket between us.
There is talking and reading and Nintendo DS playing.
Last night, after frolicking in the clovers, I spied a stunning sky. Had i only my eyes to rely on, I could have believed I was in a foreign land. It reminded me of the sunsets in "Out of Africa" with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford.
"Out of Africa"
Watertown, MA - June 1, 2009
The enchantment and the brilliance of the colors aren't capture-able even in a photo. It literally brought me to me knees and struck me dumb for a few moments.
A stark reminder to slow down and look around. There is always enchantment to be found.
Just look to the horizon.
There is talking and reading and Nintendo DS playing.
Last night, after frolicking in the clovers, I spied a stunning sky. Had i only my eyes to rely on, I could have believed I was in a foreign land. It reminded me of the sunsets in "Out of Africa" with Meryl Streep and Robert Redford.
"Out of Africa"Watertown, MA - June 1, 2009
The enchantment and the brilliance of the colors aren't capture-able even in a photo. It literally brought me to me knees and struck me dumb for a few moments.
A stark reminder to slow down and look around. There is always enchantment to be found.
Just look to the horizon.
Monday, June 1, 2009
After the Rain
Last evening, the rain blew through...
...washed away the pollen...
...and gave way to rays...
and rays...
of sun.
...washed away the pollen...
...and gave way to rays...
and rays...
of sun.
Speedy Sonoma
Most people think of Sonoma as a place to relax and sip wine while walking through endless vineyards. This is true, but it is also home to Infineon Raceway. The Mr. is a longtime Nascar fan and insisted we visit the raceway on our recent trip. Since he came with me to meet blog friends and ate at Herbivore, it was only fair.
Mr. B&B at Infineon Raceway
I was not a Nascar person until I met my husband and learned that not all race fans meet the stereotypes placed upon them. We had been dating less than a year when he invited me to a Nascar race at New Hampshire Motor Speedway. I am always up for new experiences. The seats were about 8 rows up and right in front of the pits near the start/finish line. It was exhilarating!
I go with him and my Father-In-Law to the summer race every year now. The sun is warm. The people we sit near are friendly, her in her leather bra top and him with his "fun flask". The pits and the race are always entertaining. It isn't anywhere I would ever choose to go without Mr. B&B, but even I, the environmentalist vegan, have come to enjoy and embrace it.
Check out the inspiration for this post, The Meanest Mom's Nascar Adventure, here.
I leave you with photos of Infineon Raceway in Sonoma:
The sheep on the hill behind the Grandstands.
The Start/Finish Line
Mr. B&B at Infineon Raceway
I was not a Nascar person until I met my husband and learned that not all race fans meet the stereotypes placed upon them. We had been dating less than a year when he invited me to a Nascar race at New Hampshire Motor Speedway. I am always up for new experiences. The seats were about 8 rows up and right in front of the pits near the start/finish line. It was exhilarating!
I go with him and my Father-In-Law to the summer race every year now. The sun is warm. The people we sit near are friendly, her in her leather bra top and him with his "fun flask". The pits and the race are always entertaining. It isn't anywhere I would ever choose to go without Mr. B&B, but even I, the environmentalist vegan, have come to enjoy and embrace it.
Check out the inspiration for this post, The Meanest Mom's Nascar Adventure, here.
I leave you with photos of Infineon Raceway in Sonoma:
The sheep on the hill behind the Grandstands.
The Start/Finish Line
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Breath of Fresh Air
I imagined there must be part of our country that remained unspoiled, but I'd never seen it. Then I did.
On the second leg of our trip to San Francisco, I looked down on Utah and Nevada from above. For the entire bit-more-than-an-hour flight from Salt Lake City to San Francisco I stared.
Now you can stare, too.
On the second leg of our trip to San Francisco, I looked down on Utah and Nevada from above. For the entire bit-more-than-an-hour flight from Salt Lake City to San Francisco I stared.
Now you can stare, too.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
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Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Wedding Anniversary
Yesterday was our 2nd wedding anniversary.
We had breakfast together and talked about what we were doing two years ago.
When Mr. B&B got home, we ate dinner together and talked about our marriage.
Then we made brownies.
While the brownies baked, we watched our wedding video.
We ate brownies.
We called people who were in our wedding.
Then bed where we talked ourselves to sleep.
Simple, but special.
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