What lovely bokeh you captured with that very adorable princess pine! It’s so strange isn’t it that landscapes have these atmospheres. The south just *feels* like a good yarn-telling landscape, and I know just what you mean when you write about that New England spookiness. I like to think those coyotes you heard were some early Vyx characters, sneaking up on you long before you even knew such a novel existed inside you.
You don't have to cover for me, I'll neither deny nor conceal my trunk kukri envy. Thomas, there is a scythe in my kitchen! And guest room! Why? Because the Honda is a compact car!
I will take issue with 'oldest friends' - one you've known longest perhaps (with new discoveries always to be made because we all vehemently contradict ourselves so much) but you gad about with some real fossils. (And if you don't, you should. They know all the good dirt.)
I'm not sure about the Quabbin graveyards, I thought they were properly disinterred, but even if so, who can say every tooth and phalange was accounted for?
A friend's dad told her they just flooded the valley with no warning to residents; said the church steeple broke the surface when the level was low in august, and if you took a boat out you could see roofs, and the swings on the old playground drifting back and forth in the current. She didn't realize he was BSing till she was in her twenties.
Come back in June and bring Sarah: magnet fishing, New Boston (in Denison!) rhinoceros visiting, and checkerberry ice cream!
Princess moss, how lovely. I love mosses. So often overlooked.
It's funny, right on first glance when I opened this I got that eerie New England horror story feeling. But an old half-drowned plane crash site really takes the cake.
I grew up in the commonwealth but only visited Quabbin once, more that 20 years ago.
Clearly, I need to get back. Sounds like you had a great trip!
What lovely bokeh you captured with that very adorable princess pine! It’s so strange isn’t it that landscapes have these atmospheres. The south just *feels* like a good yarn-telling landscape, and I know just what you mean when you write about that New England spookiness. I like to think those coyotes you heard were some early Vyx characters, sneaking up on you long before you even knew such a novel existed inside you.
‘Brain clutter’? I think I most likely have to ’fess up. But good clutter, I trust.
You don't have to cover for me, I'll neither deny nor conceal my trunk kukri envy. Thomas, there is a scythe in my kitchen! And guest room! Why? Because the Honda is a compact car!
I will take issue with 'oldest friends' - one you've known longest perhaps (with new discoveries always to be made because we all vehemently contradict ourselves so much) but you gad about with some real fossils. (And if you don't, you should. They know all the good dirt.)
I'm not sure about the Quabbin graveyards, I thought they were properly disinterred, but even if so, who can say every tooth and phalange was accounted for?
A friend's dad told her they just flooded the valley with no warning to residents; said the church steeple broke the surface when the level was low in august, and if you took a boat out you could see roofs, and the swings on the old playground drifting back and forth in the current. She didn't realize he was BSing till she was in her twenties.
Come back in June and bring Sarah: magnet fishing, New Boston (in Denison!) rhinoceros visiting, and checkerberry ice cream!
I love your writing. Entertaining and informative!!
Princess moss, how lovely. I love mosses. So often overlooked.
It's funny, right on first glance when I opened this I got that eerie New England horror story feeling. But an old half-drowned plane crash site really takes the cake.
Greenwich/Dunwich: have you encountered a real-life, but not wholly dissimilar Dunwich in UK: https://www.thesuffolkcoast.co.uk/suffolk-coast-towns-and-villages/dunwich