CrazyasaCoolFox would like to salute Canada for honouring the fox with it's own 57 cent postage stamp. Thanks Canada! Thanks to Kat of Poetikat's Invisible Keepsakes for sending me the official postage stamp. Please visit her blog.
After this red fox began frequenting the farm in North Granville, P.E.I., where Ben Boulter works, he brought along his camera, hoping to capture the canid in action. Boulter was rewarded: the fox, nicknamed Lucius, struck this Vogue-like pose for a few moments before heading off.
This was the kitchen in our new house in Salisbury. The cabinets you see were crafted by my father. Much of the ranch style house was also built by him.
It was my chore to dry the dishes. In the mid 1960's a dishwasher was installed just about where I am standing. Then my chore was to put away the dishes which I hated. To me putting away the dishes was much less glamorous than drying them.
I don't remember being that small that I had to stand on a chair. But I'll tell you I was small enough that I fit in that sink you see there for bath time. I have a photo to prove it. lol
When I was 10 years old I had this very strange and somewhat frightening experience.
After school one day I decided to take a short cut. This short cut, through the woods, was a more direct route to my house from school and cut off about a half mile of walking. It happened to be an early November gray afternoon. The forest was very dark, damp and foggy.
As I ambled down this path toward home a man dressed in a suit bounded out of the bushes, held up a t-square and yelled, TRIANGLES, TRIANGLES, TRIANGLES!” He kept repeating TRIANGLES several times. I stopped in my tracks, frozen in fear. I turned around and ran home using the longer street route.
The next day. I decided to see if the shortcut path was clear. As a I approached the same bushes that man in a gray suit jumped out, held up a t-square and yelled TRIANGLES several times again. I turned and ran home the longer route again. I was so scared when I arrived home that I was speechless. I couldn't say anything. I just went in m…
This week's theme is camera. This one really had me baffled. This post is indirectly related to camera I guess.
Many folks have been asking me about the beach scene on this blog's "summer" banner. The scene is a photo I shot with a 35mm Nikon film camera I had back in 2006. It was one of the last photos I shot with this camera before switching over to the digital. Of course the fox is a photoshop. I have used him in other banners. He actually lives on Mount Washington, New Hampshire.
Singing Beach was named for the sound the sand makes as you take a step. There is some special quality about it that when you walk it makes strange humming, or "whoosh" sound. I tried to make a video of it but the microphone on my camera just can't pick up that sound. There is to much backgro…
The Merrimack River has always been a major obstacle for travelers to cross. George Washington himself had to cross this river by ferry when he toured the new country as president. The waters of the Merrimack are swift and the current can run both ways as it is affected by the tides at his location. This bridge was known as the green bridge basically because it was painted green. How original! It was built in 1902. I remember this date because there was a large plaque with "1902" on it at both ends. I would tease my grandmother, (I was famous for teasing her) by telling her, "oh look grammie this bridge is just two years older than you!" To that I would receive a loving "punch" to the arm. In the first post card you can see a passenger train which looks like it is crossing the green bridge. It in fact is crossing another bridge just up river on a separate trestle. You can see the proximity of the two bridges in the third post card. The green bridge had a met…
I'm not that familiar with who Joseph Hodges Choate was other than the fact that he was an Ambassador to the United Kingdom. One can find his claim to fame in this Wikipedia link. What impresses me about the sculpture is that she is a rather imposing figure. This photo really doesn't do her justice. It's a very difficult photo to obtain. She is located in the middle of a busy intersection on a very small island. There are no crosswalks to that island. Even if one were to be able to find their way to this island, once there the island is so small it is difficult to capture the entire statue in frame. So this shot is taken from the safety of a sidewalk across the street. The monument is topped by a seated allegorical female figure representing Liberty holding up a laurel wreath in her raised right hand. In her left hand she holds a shield adorned with an eagle and thirteen stars. The sculpture rests on a block of granite adorned on the front…
Alright the title isn't that accurate but isn't there something called a writer's liberty? This creature is refered to as a griffin. It looks like a gargoyle to me. It's truly amazing to see something closely when it usually is seen from the street level several stories above. In fact who would even notice them up there? If someone on the street asked me if I knew what those creatures were or to describe their appearance I would have no clue. one really would need binoculars to get a close look at them. From the street they seem small but as these photos show they are rather tall. This striking copper griffin originally ornamented one of the four finials decorating the roof line of the Boston Public Library's McKim Building. Each finial, which reaches 14 feet at the height of it's spire, features 3 griffins at the base. This particular griffin faced eastward and was located on the Blagdon Street corner now abutting the Johnson Building. The manufacturer of the fi…
The Boston Post Cane was a marketing tool used by the former Boston Post Newspaper Company. The idea was to corner the rural reader market. They presented over 700 gold tipped ebony canes to the selectmen of towns in Maine, New Hampshire, and Massachusetts. Each canes tip is engraved with the words. "Boston Post Cane - (name of the town) - presented to the oldest resident." The canes were not given to cities.
The town selectman were to act as the trustees of the cane and award it to the oldest town resident. It was to be passed on to the successive oldest town residents.
Many of the canes have been lost in the 100 years since they were first awarded but several towns still have them. Most towns now award a replica or a plaque to honor the oldest resident, keeping the cane in safe hands at the Town Hall.
I came across this news clipping in our family albums. Arthur Peabody was my great grandfather. I can remember asking to see this cane but he would never let us see it. As is…
I remember racing home on a summer day of playing either at Great Brook or coming from day camp. Hung on our clothesline was all the laundry for the day, blowing in the breeze. White sheets is what came to mind when I saw this week's theme.
Does anyone own white sheets anymore, let alone hang them out to dry? I understand it would be a chore to keep white sheets white. maybe that's why the trend started toward colored and patterned sheets.
My mother always hung out the sheets to dry as the seasons allowed. We had a long pulley style clothesline that was attached at one point to out house and the far end was attached to a tree. She originally had two of these lines to handle they large volume of laundry a family of four would have. At some point the longer of the two lines broke. This was one of the projects on my father's list to fix. That sure was a long list!
I would help mother bring in the laundry to be folded and put away, but rarely helped fold. My mother and grandmoth…
The "Friendship of Salem," located on Derby Wharf, is run by the National Park service which also runs the Custom House museum and several other colonial houses nearby. During the summer the ship sails to other nearby ports as an ambassador to the city of Salem, Massachusetts.