Central Park gets a little touch up.
Central Park was once an elementary school, but now serves as housing for the elderly.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Chowder was offered up by The Satuit Tavern, The Mill Wharf, Phin's Restaurant, The Silent Chef, Ellen Mackenzie Caterer and Old Harbor Catering and all money raised went to Scituate Community Christmas, an extremely worthy organization.
Judging by the number of people happily clutching little cups of chowder, I'd say the event was a success. ;-)
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Monday, September 26, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
On the last day of summer, this grasshopper wasn't singing the day away - she was laying eggs in the gap between the bricks on this walkway. It seemed fitting to spy her today... there were, however, no ants to be found.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Monday, September 19, 2011
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
This afternoon the sky changed from its bright and humid attire into something a little darker. Clouds swept in and rain swept in and summer swept out as the thunder rumbled. They say it will be cool, fall-like weather from here on out.
"The raindrops played a sweet refrain" - and left the spiderwebs brilliant with their song...
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
These Canadian geese were waddling away from me as fast as their legs could move. Was it something I said? Yes, probably, since they've been hanging out in my neighborhood, pooping all over the street and making an infernal racket - I wasn't murmuring sweet nothings as I walked toward them, of that you can be certain.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
... the very nice man who drives this boat will come and tow you off of the rocks at high tide.
I decided not to photograph the sailboat he came to rescue because a) it had to be slightly embarrassing for the sailboat's owner, and there was no shortage of people gawking and taking photos, b) by the time I finished chatting with the very nice Sea Tow Captain Skip and figured out what was happening, my ride was ready to head out, and c) I was pooped and didn't feel like walking all that way. Yes, I was being lazy.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Saturday, September 10, 2011
If you had happened to look out your window at sunset tonight in Scituate, this is what you would have seen...
Red skies at night
Red skies at morning
Sailor take warning
It was too lovely not to share.
Friday, September 9, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
It has been raining since Tuesday. Dark skies, gloomy days, wet and musty.
Today during a slight lull, when the incessant rain hushed down to a misty murmur, there was a solitary walker on Minot's Beach.
I love summers in Scituate - but the damp bite of the off-season wind on an empty beach does more for my soul than any sunny sky ever could.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Today was the Scituate Beach Association's annual Labor Day parade, and we had a perfect day for it!
So now I have two parade's worth of pictures to sort through this week! When I've gotten a chance to catch my breath and do so, additional photos of today's parade can be found here.
Happy Labor Day weekend!
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The Parade of Horribles is a a long-standing tradition in New England. As you can see from my photos, some participants take the 'horrible' more seriously than others:
Additional photos can be found on my Flickr stream here. I'll probably be adding more to the set later this week... enjoy!
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
My perspective? A view of a 40 foot pine tree which toppled during the height of Irene and now stretches mutely across the forest floor behind my house. I heard the cracking of its trunk as the winds shrieked and I stood at my back door to watch it fall. For a moment it looked as though its fellow pines would hold it aloft with their own branches. They all strained and swayed with the effort, and then with something like a sigh they gently let go... and all of us shook as it made contact with the ground.
Perspective. What once was there now is gone. What should we make of what remains?
Click here to view thumbnails for all participants in September's Theme Day.