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Thursday, November 12, 2015
Thursday, October 29, 2015
Saturday, October 24, 2015
Sunday, October 18, 2015
Jamie Comes to Visit
Monday, October 12, 2015
One of Grandma Frey's favorite poems
A Vagabond Song
There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood—
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.
The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.
There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
-- Bliss Carman
Saturday, October 10, 2015
Murphy and Murphy Builders
|Yes, that's Mom. With a Sawzall.|
|That's Mom, too! (:|
Saturday, September 26, 2015
The Boiler Project
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Just a fun little thing
This trite little meme came across my facebook feed tonight (minus the blue stuff, which I added). I glanced at how dark Montana was (yes, it's dark there) but also noticed the huge patch of light next to it. There's no city there, I said. Or is there? It's bigger than the Boston metro area!
Here's a link to the original photo this was taken from, from 2012. It's a fun image to look at in general.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
Caleb's wish is my command
To shelter Caleb from memories of Cape Cod menus, here's a selection of pictures from summer at the Reservoir.
New boiler (hung on that wall by Dad and me.)
New propane tank.
That's Jenni's husband Scott with the level.
New stairs to the second floor.
This picture is blurry, but it shows where the stairs come down into the living room.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
A few shots from the Cape
One of many lobster rolls. This one had a ton of meat and was delicious, but not the best I had. It was served at a pier where you could watch seals swim while you ate.
The rest of the pictures are from our day in Provincetown. In the evening we walked the causeway, a one mile rock wall across P'town's harbor to protect it from shifting sands and erosion. It leads to beaches on the other side of the harbor, and takes about 45 minutes to cross.
Looking back at P'Town about halfway across. The water on the left is protected behind the wall, on the right is the harbor. The tide is going out, and there is a current of water flowing through the rocks from the left to the right. You might notice the left side has a higher water line than the left, and the currents on the right that aren't on the left.
Most of the rest of the vacation was spent at beaches or restaurants, and didn't really lend itself to pictures.
Saturday, September 12, 2015
It's not the same as being there in person, but here is a little taste of the Blue Angels at the Atlantic City Airshow (as seen from Brigantine beach)!