In order to get down to the beach for a good shot of the structures I’ll call “War of the Worlds,” I had to negotiate a very steep, very slippery path that reminded me of my age at every step.
“You are old, Father William,” the young man said,
“And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head —
Do you think, at your age, it is right?”“In my youth,” Father William replied to his son,
“I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I’m perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.” …
I thought of The War of the Worlds when I took the photo of this, the first, deep-water windmill in America and its giant parent, which is assembling the next four windmills.
The beach on the south side of the island is beautiful, and since I don’t often scramble down there, I took photos of the tide pools and one of the many towers people build with smooth beach stones.
Moving right along, there’s a mobile of sea creatures that I made in an art class with my oldest grandchild. He made one, too: a jellyfish, a shark, a whale (he chose to make an orca) and a sea turtle.
I also have shots of a quiet “tug hole” (a peat bog), reflections of houses on the far side of Fresh Pond, a lotus, flowers against a stone wall, a box of pink impatiens by the outdoor shower, a monster crane getting delivered to Paradise, and magnificent city shadows.
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In Sweden, autumn is beginning. Your photos made me remember my summer. For each summer that passes you realize you are getting older.
I also realize that the cooler days are welcome. A string of 90+ F degrees and humidity gets harder and harder to tolerate.
This is a very pretty batch of photos! I love the stone tower–we see cairns made of stones like that in the mountains here. And I wish I had access to larger stones so I could build a wall like in the one photo!
Do cairns have meaning? I know people bring stones to the site of Thoreau’s Walden Pond cabin as a memorial, but they don’t stack them like this.
I think, once upon a time, they were used to mark graves, etc.–you can see them all over the British Isles and Ireland. The ones I see in the Adirondacks are used to mark trails–when you’re at the top of a treeless mountain, sometimes it isn’t clear where to start back down to find the trail! And they’re pretty and fun . . .
Thanks!