A week or so ago, there were a couple of warm days here, and not coincidentally, a fog bank that settled in for nearly the whole time (see two posts below also).
The owners of this cottage, Laurie and Eric, were out on a nearby beach looking for sea glass when I pulled over to take a few photographs. It turns out this was their actual home for a year while a larger structure elsewhere on the property was being renovated, and that living there “..was one of the happiest years of our lives”. We talked about simplicity, and I mentioned Henry David Thoreau, who wrote from Walden Pond: “I had three pieces of limestone on my desk, but I was terrified to find that they required to be dusted daily, when the furniture of my mind was all undusted still, and threw them out the window in disgust.”
A magnificently rendered work of Chinese cursive in metal, perhaps eight feet tall, on a property overlooking RT 7. Best translation so far, reading from bottom to top: “wish you happiness and laughs”, courtesy of Claire at the CEAS program at Wesleyan U.
T-shirts, Long Trail beers, smartphones, and camaraderie were all very much in evidence in this group of twenty-somethings, standing at the top of Deer Leap Overlook, in a brisk late October wind with Pico off in the distance.
A recent drive up Route 102 in Vermont’s NE Kingdom, which meanders through the bottomland of the CT River, offered some magnificent scenery, even by Vermont-in-the-fall standards. I came to realize that I was moving through a huge plain, bounded on the west by the Green Mountains, and the Whites on the east. Those are the foothills of the Whites off in the distance, and (probably) a cherry tree in the foreground.
A week or so ago, there were a couple of warm days here, and not coincidentally, a fog bank that settled in for nearly the whole time (see two posts below also). 
