Two friends or ours took us on a lovely trip through Morris County, New Jersey, yesterday. First we stopped at the Frelinghuysen Arboretum, next was lunch at the Publick House in Chester, then after lunch we stopped at Stony Hill farmer’s market. We took a scenic route home to NYC through Morristown NHP.
In 1986 my mother took the family on a vacation to Sienna, Italy. We stayed at a beautiful old rustic farmhouse outside of Sienna. The first morning there I woke up at dawn and went for a walk. The soft air and light sparkled. I knew I was someplace special. I left the road and explored down a path. I saw through the cypress trees and magnolias a ruin with a fresco. I was overwhelmed—tears sprang to my eyes. It was so beautiful; words can’t describe how I felt.
I have only a few pictures that I took with a point and shoot film camera.
Built in 1938 on Grand Manan Island, New Brunswick, Canada, when post offices were much more important. Note the special door that used to be just for telegraphs. Now the post office is a gift shop.
The Swallowtail Lighthouse on Grand Manan Island, New Brunswick, Canada photographed in 2012. One viewer asked why is it called Swallowtail. I looked at a map and saw that of Grand Manan; the shape of North Head and Swallowtail point, that the lighthouse is on, resembles the point of a Swallowtail butterflies wing.
About the lighthouse:
I have known my friend since the ‘60s. We were neighbors on Attorney Street in the Lower East Side, New York City. My friend is an artist and she always had a place up in Maine. In 1968 I stayed with her for a month or so while we were both pregnant. We went to visit her and her mate in 2012. They live in the countryside near Solon, Maine, and they each have studios. Their entire place is full of wonderful art and curiosities. We all drove to Skowhegan for lunch at a Thai place. After lunch we went to visit an artist friend of theirs. I wish I could see them more often.
To add to the vacation at Grand Manan and to break up the long drive back to New York City I booked a night at the Maple Hill Farm Inn in Hallowell, Maine. Hallowell is a charming little old town on the banks of the Kennebec River. The Inn was gorgeous and the hospitality tops. I wish I could have stayed longer. At dawn we walked to Jimmie Pond nearby and I was able to photograph the early morning mist on the lake. A tearful rainy goodbye is the last shot.
We started from Bangor, Maine, then next day met up with the small group and took a ferry from Blacks Harbor, New Brunswick, Canada to Grand Manan. A short trip to the marshes then back to the charming hotel.
My list of birds seen out of the expected species: Sherry’s Manan count
The trip included seeing parts of the Island, such as Dark Harbor where they farm kelp and fish.
One of the days was a pelagic trip to see birds and whales.
Some old snaps taken in 2002 in Wellfleet, Cape Cod, Massachusetts. We stayed at a lovely little B&B called Blue Gateways. It is still there.
This is a very old photo that I took in the Fall of 1988 in Provincetown, Cape Cod. It was early in the morning and I took a short walk before the others awoke. A blanket of fog hid the view between the houses.