Tuesday, September 2, 2014

Perspectives on the Eagle’s Voice…

On Prince Edward Island, Greg and I (and Olive, the pug, of course) rented a cottage for the week.   We were pleased with our choice.  It was a comfortable rustic chic house with a wrap around deck and Adirondack chairs to relax in so we could enjoy the wonderful view of Southwest River and the farms beyond.

But the most spectacular thing about our view was this…

Would you shut up, kid?!
…a bald eagle baby.  The owner of the cottage told us that there was a bald eagle family living in a tree a couple hundred yards away from the back deck.  We were thrilled be able to see the nest.  But, we didn’t see the baby the first day and were afraid that he had grown up and was off on his own.  As it turns out, we sure heard him the next morning at 4:30 on the dot as soon as the sun started to rise.  He made quite the racket calling for one of his parents to bring him breakfast.  Greg found out that closing the window of the bedroom shut out most of the noise and we hoped that this vocalization wasn’t a daily habit.  But the next morning, there he was yelling at the top of his lungs for food or whatever it is that baby eagles yell for.  Since I had never been around bald eagles, I was unaware of their habits and not too thrilled about this particular one.  We did get used to it eventually and learned to enjoy watching the “little” one up in the tree bellowing out his demands.

The eagle made me think while I was watching him.  He made me think of a photograph I remembered that was taken by a Flickr friend of mine, Mary Virginia Stroud, who lives in Alaska.  (She’s an excellent photographer, by the way.  If you have a few minutes, you might want to check out her Flickr site.)  Mary Virginia has a photo of a slew of eagles sitting in an “eagle feeding” area.  There are about 20 bald eagles sitting there.   I have to wonder if people who approach them need earplugs to drown out the din.  I’ve heard that eagles are not that well liked in Alaska because, in large numbers, they can be pests.  It just reminded me of the relativity of things.  Getting to see one eagle (or two…because the mother/father did show up one day while we were watching) was a joy for us.  Having twenty of them land on a picnic table nearby might be a little frightening.

It also made me think that I wish I had one of those fantastic long lenses that cost about $10,000 and the patience to use it.  Oh, well… maybe in another lifetime.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Prince Edward Island Recircled…

Prince Edward Island is a magical place with cozy, colorful houses...

and magnificent views.

Lighthouses that aren’t lighthouses…

and lighthouse that are.

Red roads...

and some of the world’s best mussels.

There are birch trees,

meadows full of wildflowers,

and lots and lots of potato fields.

And I have barely begun tapping into the 2,000 or so photos I took while I was there.

  So I hope you like visiting PEI!

Friday, August 22, 2014

First Impressions of PEI...

Now that we are about to leave, I am going to post my first impressions of this beautiful place...
Prince Edward Island.

1)  No matter where you look, there's a farm in the background.

2)  It's a great place for oysters and oyster people, so Greg was happy.

3)  People have a bit of a spring in their steps.

4)  Red is a common theme as is weathered wood.

5)  They make a darn good beer, eh!

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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

One off the Bucket List...

Ever since we moved to New England around 33 years ago and I started seeing the bumper stickers, “This Car Climbed Mt. Washington,” I've wanted to go see what it was all about. Last week I managed to remove that particular item from my Bucket List when Greg, Olive and I drove up to the summit of Mt. Washington in Gorham, New Hampshire. Mt. Washington is the highest peak in the Northeastern US, standing at 6,288 feet and is the most prominent mountain east of the Mississippi River.

On the day we left, the weather wasn't the greatest and we were a bit afraid that the Auto Road would be closed. But we shouldn't have been worried. The Auto Road was open and we were in business.

The old Mark Twain saying about the changeable weather in New England is doubly true for Mt. Washington. As we started out, it was sunny enough but the clouds quickly covered the tallest hills masking them completely and then the clouds were gone again.

At the Summit, the fog was really socked in...or was it? Like Twain said, just wait five minutes.

I wasn't the only one who was fascinated by these changes, as you can see.

The wind was another thing! The day we were there, it whipped around from 20 mph to 50 mph, but the highest land wind speed was recorded in Mt. Washington in 1934, when they measured the wind at 231 miles per hour. I'm glad I wasn't there then!

The chains that hold down the roof of the Mt. Washington Stage Office building are reminders of the fierce and changeable weather at the summit.

We looked around for a bit and then started our decent, watching the weather change as we drove down.

In the distance, we could see the ski trails on another mountain, which reminds me that I would really like to go up there in the winter time so I guess, I only half crossed Mt. Washington off my list.

Closer to the bottom of the mountain, we stopped among the thick woods to let our car breaks cool down.

But the best part is that now I won't have to be jealous each time I see a car with one of these.

Monday, August 11, 2014

A Trip to the City…

Last Friday was a beautiful day here in Central Massachusetts…a perfect day to head into the city.
Worcester, Massachusetts may not be much of a city by some people’s standards, but right now it is the second largest city by population in New England.  And while it may not be much to look at over all, it has a lot of good things about it, including ten colleges/universities, very good restaurants and a very nice art museum.

Our first stop in Worcester was to Shrewsbury Street and the Flying Rhino restaurant for lunch.  The ambiance and food was good, but it took us three or four times around the block to find a parking spot.   Trouble finding a parking spot makes Worcester feel much bigger than it is.

This Quinoa Salad that Carrie ordered is a WooFood.  WooFoods are marked with the WooFood logo on restaurant menus, "making the healthy (and delicious) choice the easy choice."  I had a WooFood veggie burger and some broccoli slaw.  I say WooHoo for WooFood.

Then we went on to the Worcester Art Museum, known to locals as the WAM.

August is Free at the WAM, so you still have fifteen days to take advantage of that if you are in the area.  The WAM is closed on Mondays and Tuesdays.  We went primarily to see the Arms and Armor exhibit that came to the WAM after the Higgins Armory Museum closed in December of last year.  The Higgins was one of those places we always meant to go but never got to.  So we were glad to see that some of their collection would be on exhibit at the WAM.  We enjoyed the armor and we did wander around to see a few other things.   I took no photos in the museum, but I took a few out in the Stoddard Garden Court adjacent to the museum.

This is a photo of Worcester's Community Mosaic.

And here is Carrie taking a photo of herself reflected in a sculpture in the Court.  You can also see a little bit of me on the right hand side.  I was wearing a red t-shirt.

Then we walked Evan home since he lives only about five minutes from the museum and we headed back to the country from whence we came.

On our way out of the city, I snapped a photo of Worcester’s famous and somewhat notorious Turtle Boy sculpture, which has its own page on RoadsideAmerica.com.  Enough said about that.

Friday, August 8, 2014

Northern Dreams and other things…

1)  When I think of vacation spots, my mind usually points north.  I know that most people long for sunny Italy and the Caribbean, but I still have Iceland, Alaska and more of Scandinavia on my bucket list.  But I am going to cross off one entry on the old bucket list pretty soon when we journey up to the Canadian Maritimes.

2)  In preparation for this trip, I have started reading Anne of Green Gables.  When I think about it, I’m not sure how that book escaped me in my youth.  But I will get ‘er done before we leave.  I like reading a book set in the place where we are headed.  I read Ivanhoe before we went to Scotland and many Jo Nesbø novels before going to Norway.  I was glad to find out on arriving in both places that the reality is not a lot like the novels.  We saw no knights in Scotland and not a lot of bloody violence and murder in Norway…in fact, we saw no violence at all in Norway.  It may be there lurking under the surface, but the Norway you are seeing today in the pictures I’m posting is the Norway we saw.  Simply Mother Nature at its finest.

3)  I just took one of those Facebook quizzes that tells you what age you are.  Apparently, I’m 22.   That’s a definite LOL!  I may have been 22 once, but I can’t really remember that far back.

4)  Speaking of Facebook, I am going to recommend two photography blogs I’ve found since hanging out there.  The first is from my Flickr/Facebook friend Lydia Martin.  Her blog is BluefoxPhotography Blog.  She is a first rate photographer and a fun person to be virtual friends with.  The other is a blog is called Wolf Shadow Photography and, well, if you go there I think that you will be most pleasantly entertained for a while especially if you are a dog and/or cat lover.

5)  We are having a family get together today.  Heading to Worcester to take advantage of the August is Free promotion at the Worcester Art Museum.  Carrie is motoring out from Northampton and Evan doesn’t work on Fridays in the summer so I figured it would be a good time for Greg and me to reel them in for a day.  I’m looking forward to spending time at the museum with my favorite people.

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Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Wilt, will you meet me among the Queen Anne’s Lace?

We have had a bumper crop of Queen Anne’s Lace this year.  It’s beautiful!  I’m glad it’s a wildflower that people leave alone to let it do its thing.   Around here it has been growing along the berms and in the medians just like it does every summer.  It makes me happy to see it.

I recently came across this poem by Joan Aiken called Midnight Is a Place that has such a wonderful , romantic feel to it  and does justice to the beauty of this ubiquitous wildflower.

Night's winged horses
No one can outpace
But midnight is no moment
Midnight is a place.

Meet me at Midnight,
Among the Queen Anne's Lace
Midnight is not a moment,
Midnight is a place—

When, when shall I meet you
When shall I see your face
For I am living in time at present
But you are living in space.

Time is only a corner
Age is only a fold
A year is merely a penny
Spent from a century's gold.

So meet me, meet me at midnight
(With sixty seconds' grace)
Midnight is not a moment;
Midnight is a place.

Meet me at Midnight,
Among the Queen Anne's Lace
Midnight is not a moment,
Midnight is a place—

But then, maybe the flower is beautiful because it has a beautiful name.  As Jarod Kintz says, “If our destiny stems from our name, then I weep for the flower named Wilt.”