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a forgotten dream with tabs from '97
traces of a girl
and 'uh-oh, it wasn't me!'
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Category Archives: America the Beautiful
What is loneliness, if not romance?
"Body here"
"I love you"
Wenatchee, Wash.
A place of picket fences and shadows
where color can be found…
In old alley ways
Sun and shadows…
Time etches its story without words
but it cannot etch the sky.
There will always be a place for you here.
And if you peer into doorways that are hidden from every day
remembering what was larger than life, yesterday
the color of a former world
whose beautiful eyes can no longer see,
you will find me.
I'll be playing with color, dancing in shadows
trying to count all the things we've moved
and the distance we rode
together or alone…
And I'll be thinking of you while I walk my line through time.
Slideshow from Texas – everything is ______ here
Braver…
Like this couple making their way across the Guadeloupe River, near Center Point
Spicier
As evidenced by Doug Northern's fair food
Older
Like the Alamo, which reminds visitors "never to surrender nor retreat"
Weirder
In the way purposely nonconforming Austin juxtaposes its artsy stores and restaurants with a glistening modern skyline
Wider
As the changing winter sky above endless miles of ranch land
Magical
The way only a trip to downtown San Antonio at Christmastime could be
The beginning of the beginning
It was beginning of the beginning for the United States of America and the beginning of the end for native tribes' societies when the Pilgrims landed here in 1620. It was also December, so while I am kicking myself for being here in near freezing weather in mid-October, they were even less prepared.
Plymouth Rock is symbolic, but I found the portico built over the rock in 1921 to be equally important. Here, 300 years after those tired refugees walked ashore, a firmly established nation erected a symbol of permanence. We had yet to face the Great Depression, wage battle with nuclear weapons or experience terrorism on our own soil.
To this day, the town of Plymouth is an energized place.
Groups of school children embark on physical history lessons.
While the shoreline is haloed in a crowd of boats.
The quiet just north of Boston
Manchester-by-the Sea is a cute little town in Massachusett's North Shore region
that swells with vacationers during summer. An unseasonably early cold
spell returns its beaches to nature.
Nearby in Topsfield, a typical looking church illustrates the boxy colonial style that predominates in area towns with settlements dating to the pilgrims.
Alone for just a second,"Tall Tex" surveys a busy crowd at the annual Topsfield Fair.
Southeast Maine Americana
The mermaid-blue Atlantic Ocean is full of sailors and submerged history. Maine is the first state I've been to on the Atlantic coast. The ocean looks just like it did years ago when I was in Portugal.
Today, a U.S. Customs House built during the height of Portland's role as a trading port in the late nineteenth century, still processes imports and exports.
Sea gulls — which I'd nearly forgotten about — socialize in Portland's historic Old Port District, a cobblestoned array of businesses, restaurants and stores catering to residents and tourists, who arrive by car, foot and Leviathan-sized cruise boat.
A friendly sign speaks to me…
"And may you avoid the traps of your foes!" they should add.
A monument to "Liberty Ships" — built in South Portland en masse to deliver supplies to World War II troops — rears over a small section of Maine's craggy coast.
I love this covert McDonald's in Freeport — forced to tone things down to comply with zoning laws.
While in Yarmouth, map software company DeLorme wins the award for largest rotating globe. My second cosuin, Portland architect J.P. Pondelis, took this photo of "Eartha" floating above me.
On my journey, I have driven past many cemeteries. As I proceed east, they just get older, like this collection of headstones in South Portland. "There goes another sleeping city," I think.
And since Halloween is fast approaching, I ordered you guys a ghostly house and some fog in the Portland area countryside.
Leaf peepin’ in New England
Fall foliage is one of those difficult things to capture. Bob Ross could do a better job with his paintbrush than can I with my Canon camera.
But driving about 45 miles per hour on the back highways New England provides an everchanging technicolor dreamscape. Fleetwood Mac is my soundtrack.
"Come on baby, now don't you be cold / Just remember that love is gold," sings Christine McVie.
Monet also could have done some justice to Durham, Maine's Roundabout Pond, a small recreational area 30 miles north of Portland.
Scenes from the Finger Lakes region of New York state
On a rainy day in Geneva, brave little sailboat flies float on Seneca Lake.
While in Waterloo, they honor New York Giants football coach and native Thomas Coughlin…
And I'm imagining the inmates wear black and white stripes in this quintessential Waterloo jail!
Fall is upon us and the leaves, they are a-changin’!
Here is Lake Erie on the last sunny day I remember, as I headed from northern Pennsylvania to New York State.