I will continue showing my old sketches for a while. This one is an impression of an alley near Washington Square that I drew in the late 1960’s.
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Alley Gate
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Captain’s House in Chincoteague
I enjoyed Chincoteague-step-through-time-tours led by Cindy Faith so much I wanted to hear more. So we paid a visit to the Captain Timothy Hill’s House. Cindy is a docent there. We learned how the house was saved and moved. If there is a fire in the wooden chimney, they run out quickly. They pull on ropes attached to the chimney to get it away from the house.
Cindy told us one of the family’s stories. It was about a young girl, around 14 years old, who was much loved by them. The girl’s boyfriend took a job on a ship and sailed away for a while. Then he came back to town. He found out that the young girl was going to a dance with another boy. The jealous ex-boyfriend shot her and her mother. She was up all night attending to her wounded mother. The young girl seemed OK and only had a minor wound. Sometime during the night, the young girl passed away. Later her ex-boyfriend shot himself.
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Main Street Chincoteague
The little theater was showing “Before the Lighthouse.” Marc and I are reflected in the door. There are hoof prints of the famous Misty of Chincoteague in front of the cinema. Across the street, not far from the movie theater, is the Chincoteague Island Library.
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Island Moviehouse, Chincoteague 6/5/2025
Eastern Shore RR Museum
Eastern Shore Railway Museum – Wikipedia is in the City of Parksley in Virginia. We happened to drive past and stopped to make a few pictures.
I included an old ruin of a house not far from the museum.
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Barry and Bess by the Gate
This is for Dan’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge 2025 – No Facilities
Barry and Bess stood forlornly by the gate in the early morning sunshine. It had been several days since farmer John had come to open the gate for them so that they could go out into the pasture.
“I’m thinking about that awful night days ago when we saw all the flashing lights and heard that loud bang. Do you think that big bang hurt our keeper? What do you think Bess?” Said Barry.
“Well., we haven’t seen him in a long time so you could be right. I would like to go out and see if we can find out what happened.” Said Bess
“No, we shouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t be happy if we did that.” Said Barry
“We could jump over and just have a quick look and then jump back and he will never know.” Said Bess.
“All right, Bess. You always know what’s best to do.” Said Barry. (Farmer John had named her Bess because she always knew best).
So, Barry and Bess stepped far away from the gate and galloped up to it and managed to leap over, though Best caught her foot on the top rail as she leapt over. She fell on to the ground, rolled over and picked herself up. Then she shook herself off as if nothing had happened.
The two sheep trotted over to the farmhouse. The sight before them was horrible. The door to the house was hanging on one hinge and several windows were broken. They looked around and sniffed. They recognized their owner’s scent on the ground and followed it. The trail was wet with some sticky stuff and led towards the garage. Just before they got to the garage, they saw their owner lying on the ground.
“This is baaaad.” Said Barry.
Bess walked to farmer John’s side and pushed him with her foot. Their owner groaned.
“What do we do now?” Said Barry.
“Let’s go that way and see if we can find another human to help him.” Said Bess
So, they trotted down the road towards the village. When they got to the village there was a farmer sitting outside the pub. He got up and walked over to the two sheep and saw the brand on them. He knew that they belonged to farmer John.
“Well now you two. I think we’d better take you both back home to John.” Said the farmer.
Barry and Jesse obediently turned around, and the farmer and his dog shepherded them back to their home.
When they arrived, the farmer saw John lying on the ground in a pool of blood. He immediately called for an ambulance…
Green-wood Doors
I have shown doors to tombs in Green-wood Cemetery, Brooklyn, NY before this. These are new takes.
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Greenwich Village Doors
Some doors photographed on E 11 Street, NYC, for me by my husband, Marc. See about Beatrix Farrand – Wikipedia.
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Planting Fields Doors
At the end of February we went to Planting Fields Arboretum, mainly to photograph the Camellias in the greenhouse. See the interesting history about The Olmsted Brothers and their design.
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