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More stops along the way…

Yesterday I stopped for photos at the Veteran’s Cemetery that I’ve been passing in my travels here in New Hampshire.  The row upon row of headstones are so moving, so many lives cut short, so many sacrifices made.  But when I noticed an elderly woman struggling up the curb with her walker, on her way to honor her husband, or father, or son, I felt ashamed to be thinking in terms of the nice pictures I hoped to take, so I cut that visit short…05-24-19NHVetscemeteryThen I decided to stop at Daniel Webster’s birthplace, having passed the turn-off several times without stopping.  He is a favorite son of New Hampshire, for good reason.05-24-19DanielWebster05-24-19DanielWebsterhouse205-24-19DanielWebsterhouse105-24-19DanielWebsterhouse305-24-19DanielWebsterbeeThere was no sign announcing a turn-off for the last place I stopped yesterday.  I had glimpsed this little structure soon after I arrived here but had no idea where it was that I’d seen it.  I was mad at myself for not stopping that day, so of course I had to stop when I spotted it this time.  I feel as if I’m intruding when I stop for pictures sometimes.  But when you put a sweet little structure like this one out by the side of the road I have to assume that you intended for it to be noticed and appreciated.  And I did both!05-24-19glasshouses305-24-19glasshouses05-24-19glasshouses2

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Try, try again…

I spotted this wheel the other day in my travels, but had forgotten about it until I was out shopping yesterday and saw it again.  I loved the wheel in the little park, and the flowers too, so I was happy to stop to take pictures yesterday.05-23-19franklin1.jpg05-23-19trestle205-23-19tretlegarden

I wanted a closer look at the bridge across the street also.  The river was quite loud as it pounded against the rocks and supports of the bridge.  The reverse of what I’ve been seeing since I have been taking note of the tranquil FL rivers and landscapes.   I could feel the colder air next to the river as I stood there trying to compose a picture.  But as I stood beside the river I noticed a sign that indicated that there was in upside-down covered bridge a quarter mile up the path.  And up the path I went.  And up some more.  I asked a family who were coming down the path if there was really a bridge up there, I needed confirmation.05-23-19trail05-23-19railtrail505-23-19throughthetrees

Do you see it there?  Barely visible through the trees?  That was pretty much as far as I got yesterday, a glimpse through the trees.  It wasn’t the covered bridge I was hoping to see.  And then I went home yesterday and mistakenly erased my SD card in the camera and lost all the pictures I’d taken. I had a senior moment.  Which means that the pictures you are seeing are from today, I went back to try again.  And I walked further up the path than I did yesterday and discovered a slight trail to the bridge itself.05-23-19railtrail05-23-19railtrail305-23-19railtrail205-23-19railtrail605-23-19railtrail4

The upside-down designation refers to the fact that the trains traveled on the top of the bridge rather than through the center.  I thought about walking out onto the bridge but I decided not to push my luck.  It wasn’t rickety, or didn’t seem to be, but standing up so high, with the river and rocks below, seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. My snowbird summer is off to a perfect start and I’d like it to stay that way…

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Concord, NH

The golden dome on the New Hampshire state house is visible as you pass Concord from the highway, looking like the perfect photo op.  I’d never stopped in Concord before, but last night Kathy had a favorite shop she wanted to visit so off we went.  But, sadly, I’ve decided that sunset isn’t the best time to be in Concord and wanting to see that dome in all it’s glory.  Nope, the sunset was behind the State House.  Sunrise would be perfect since the dome would be lit from the front and, I’m making an assumption here, there wouldn’t be parked cars to try to avoid in your shots.  But despite the challenges we still had fun roaming to see what we could find to photograph.  First the State House building…05-23-19concord805-23-19concord405-23-19concord2Then the library with the beautiful sky behind it…05-23-19concordAnd the iPhone only referred to this as the civic district, with it’s memorial garden…05-23-19concord7This Catholic Church has been converted to condos.  We saw the spires and had to walk to seek out what they belonged to.05-23-19concord10I really didn’t have to go to Concord to find lilacs in their full glory, but these were wonderful and I buried my face in them for a minute, or two…05-23-19concord9And Kathy found a friend…05-23-19concord6

 

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Take a lesson…

Off I went on my own yesterday.  My destination was a covered bridge, found after a web search.  Did I check the map along with the GPS route?  No, and that’s the lesson.  I had options showing on the GPS, so I chose the one farthest to the south since my campground destination is north of where I am right now.  It wasn’t the highway option so it would have photo ops is what I told myself.  And it did…

But as the road wound left and right and up and down I began to wonder if I’d made a mistake.  It was looking like the proverbial middle of nowhere and I kept losing the Serius radio signal, making me wonder what I’d do if I lost the GPS signal.  Or ran out of gas, or didn’t find a bathroom soon.  And that’s when the GPS told me to take a right on Jimmy Lane.  I so wish I’d taken a picture of the turn off because it was a dirt road, no, a dirt trail, which I didn’t think was wide enough for the van.  No, I didn’t take it.  But the GPS kept insisting on equally trail-like turn offs of the road I was on, which, by the way, the GPS was calling ‘unnamed road’.  And then, like a mirage, came this…05-2i-19bridgetrip4Just in the nick of time a gal who was doing some landscaping along the wall told me how to get myself to my destination.  I had said that the GPS had led me astray and she explained that we were on the edge of a 22,000 acre wilderness area, and the trails that the GPS was telling me to take were left-over from the 1800s but for some reason GPS recognized.  They led nowhere she said.  I suspect I’m not the first person to have wandered through the area. I hope I’m not the only one who didn’t take the ‘road less traveled’.  But after that I passed through Newport, NH with a charming town square.

And my arrival at my destination was something of a let down.  It was just there, no fan-fare, a river crossing that led from NH to VT, or vice-versa.  I drove across several times and then decided to head for home, but on the highway this time. A lesson learned…

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Turning the page…

I’m not in Kansas anymore.  Florida either.  Lots of you, probably the majority of you, may look out your windows to a view like this.  But not me, not in Florida or Maryland either.  And I do spend a lot of time enjoying the beauty around me in Florida, but this scenery is just amazing to me.  A simple drive to run an errand and I’m looking at lovely vistas all around me.  It was an absolutely beautiful day yesterday.  Just seeing the sun was a treat after the rain that’s been following me around.  Starting the day talking with a friend over coffee, and then winding down the day with cribbage on the porch, plus a glass of wine, is very special.   As is this friendship, which began so long ago that it’s just always been there.  Long ago we talked of the future and anticipated the life that was waiting for us.  And now here we are, our stories have been written.  We’ve turned the page and are now facing challenges that we never thought of when we were young, but we are facing them together…05-20-19websterlakeview05-20-19websterlakeview205-20-19websterlakeview305-20-19websterlakeview405-20-19NH405-20-19NH505-20-19NH605-20-19websterlakecemetery05-20-19websterlakecemetery205-20-19websterlakechipmunk

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Prom season…

I wish I’d gone to the two proms I just went to in the opposite order, because I learned a few things this last Saturday.  My friend’s granddaughter had arranged to have photos taken as a group with some of her friends, and that sounded like fun.  My friend had informed me that I was invited to take photos at this event also.  But at the last minute we discovered that one of the families had hired a professional photographer to do the shoot, and it was mentioned that he’d have equipment, meaning lights and such.  This news had me wondering if we’d be welcome to take our own photos, and I was immediately intimidated, but off we went to a nearby mansion where the photos would be taken on the grounds.

I needn’t have worried.  The photographer showed up in his shorts, with just his hand held camera, and immediately began to banter with the kids and loosen them up.  It was determined that they were a group of friends with only one couple among them, and he began marching them around the grounds of this old mansion and posing them with lots of humor.  I found his choices of backgrounds to be interesting, and there were lots of shots where he had them all posed but looking to the side at him, so I couldn’t get his same angle and I’m looking forward to seeing his shots.  Of course we were all taking photos at the same time, and he’d tell the kids to just look at him, and after his shots he’d tell them to stay put to give us all a chance at it.  It was such fun.

And this tiny little NH town goes the extra mile for these kids. They were all assembled   at a back parking lot at the venue where they were all having dinner and the prom itself, and they were announced by name, and then each couple or group of friends, would come walking down the driveway approach to cheers from what appeared to be the entire town.  What a fun tradition.  But while we were all waiting for the main event what did we hear but an ice cream truck!  Soon I saw little kids with ice cream and I was thinking that it was terrible to have that distraction when the event we were all waiting for would begin in just a few minutes.  But as the truck came into view I realized that these were prom goers manning the truck, and tossing ice cream into the crowd!  What an entrance!  A little slice of small town living in NH…

05-19-Kin'sprom05-19-Kin'sprom205-19-Kin'sprom305-19-Kin'sprom405-19-Kin'sprom505-19-Kin'sprom605-19-Kin'sprom705-19-Kin'sprom805-19-Kin'sprom905-19-Kin'sprom1005-19-Kin'sprom1105-19-Kin'sprom1205-19-Kin'sprom1305-19-Kin'sprom1405-19-Kin'sprom1505-19-Kin'sprom16And here you have the soon to be crowned Prince and Princess of the prom!