Most photos: John and Suzanne’s Mom.
Time for photos from the last few weeks, starting with a typical New England sight — the stone wall. When my husband’s uncle visited us years ago, he couldn’t get over all the stone walls, having lived in a busy city or at the shore.
And you may remember all the stories of the early colonists not fighting “fair,” according to British soldiers used to marching in straight lines. Our side was unfairly fighting from behind stone walls.
The next photo shows the dry Sudbury River out back of our retirement community. The asters on our balcony did not last long, but the asters in the wild flourished weeks after ours were all brown.
I liked the starlike effect of a dried weed. My PictureThis app says it’s a wild carrot. Next I show bittersweet. You can understand why people picked it for floral displays and wreaths — it’s so pretty. But inadvertently, they spread the seeds and it became a plague. Next is a bee, drunk on sunflower nectar.
Musician Len Solomon plays his homemade pipe organ in front of the British shop at our town’s harvest market. Nowadays Americans love the British. We stopped shooting at them from behind stone walls.
There are two photos of the new boardwalk where we live. Everyone was excited for the opening. The path accommodates wheelchairs.
Kristina Joyce took the picture of the little house Ralph Shaner built for his grandchildren to decorate in the height of the pandemic.
The little painted rock was along a trail in the woods.
David Smyth created the whale ship for the juried show at Concord Art.
I wind up with a couple of my favorite photographic interests — reflections and shadows.
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Love this post! I am skipping church this morning — your pictures give me a lot of what I need. Beauty above all, right there with the spiritual. xoMeredith
What a lovely thing to say, especially as I know how much you love your church!
So much to admire! Especially those walkways. Being an “anglophile,” I bet I would love that shop.
This made me chuckle: “Nowadays Americans love the British. We stopped shooting at them from behind stone walls.”
The boardwalk is only .3 mile, so I have to go around many times. But it’s so pretty.
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As a Brit I can only apologise for the attitude of my ancestors. It’s amazing that a culture only able to think in straight lines ever managed to amass a global empire, but those days are (thankfully) long gone.
I’m intrigued by the “Best of British” shop. What on earth does it find to sell? Lots of tea, hopefully (OK, I know that’s really Indian, but it’s who we are!). Umbrellas? Warm beer? I hope the place is thriving.
They sell tea, books, clothes, Scottish scarves, frozen meat pies, Marmite …
I wondered about Marmite, but worried that it might be totally unknown across the Pond. They make Marmite just a few miles from where I live. It’s wonderful stuff (my wife hates it, though!)