Sunday night. Strange day due to jet lag. We were falling asleep at odd hours, and here I am awake well past my bedtime! This is the view from out the window in our apartment here in lovely Beaune. All the rooftops are made of clay or slate. Asphalt roofs apparently never made it to... Continue Reading →
Beaune, France. It's Sunday morning, and the church bells are ringing, but this post is about Saturday. We arrived in Zurich, Switzerland, in the morning after an all-night flight from Boston. There was a shrieking baby, and my legs were too long for the seat. The drive from Zurich to Beaune took about four hours.... Continue Reading →
Cooneymus Road meanders around the western side of Block Island. At first light, you will find mule deer standing near or on the road as they move from their nighttime haunts to more secluded spots for daylight hours. At the end of the day, you get, without fail, killer sunsets.
This Loire Valley castle is one of the most famous in France, and for good reason. Ever impractical and in search of beauty, the French nuts who built this castle stretched it across a wide and rapidly flowing river. The effect inside and out is magical. Everywhere are the sights and sounds of the river.
The western side of Block Island provides views across the Long Island Sound to Connecticut. This shot was taken at two stops below proper exposure.
This stretch of the Concord River is seen by countless tourists each year because it is from the famous North Bridge that this shot was taken. Given its role in the Revolutionary War and our country's history, the land around this part of the river has been preserved for more than a century. What one... Continue Reading →
Oak trees are fairly common in this part of Massachusetts. But in my view these enormous and ungainly trees have a majestic presence amongst the smaller and more tidy maples and elms. They spread their arms wide to the sun and get more than their fair share.
This old harbor on the western coast of the Loire Valley in France goes through a startling transformation each day. Owing to its northern location, the tides are particularly strong. At low tide, which was how my family and I first found it, all boats sit on mud and there is no water to be... Continue Reading →
I have not tried to tamper with Mother Nature's soil acidity. She prefers my hydrangeas to be somewhere between pink and blue. Not too hot. Not too cold.
Shot with a Tamron Macro lens and my D-90.
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