Rhododendron Rabbit Ears

April 4, 20211 Comment

The Rabbit leaps
The mouse outcreeps
The flag out-peeps
Beside the brook.

Henry David Thoreau

Wordless Wednesday: October at Camp Bonnie Brae

October 28, 2020October 25, 20202 Comments

Photos taken at Camp Bonnie Brae, the nation’s longest continuously operating Girl Scout Camp, in East Otis, Mass.

Film Noir: Five photos given the Horror-movie treatment

October 24, 2020October 25, 2020Leave a comment

It hasn’t been a good year for photo field trips for myriad reasons, but I was able to explore (as much as my broken limb would allow) an empty campground this weekend — a prime spot to capture a few images of desolation and edit in a horror-movie cue or two.

Here are five favorites, captioned with film dialogue for good measure.

**Marty**: It was the pioneer days. People had to make their own interrogation rooms. ~ The Cabin in the Woods, 2011

“There’s a legend around here. A killer buried, but not dead. A curse on Crystal Lake; a death curse.” ~ Friday the 13th, part VII, 1988

**Noah**: I can’t imagine being stuck down a well all alone like that. How long could you survive?
**Rachel**: Seven days. ~ The Ring, 2002

**Amelia:** Well, I’m not scared.
**Samuel:** You will be when it creeps into your room at night. ~ The Babadook, 2014

**Louis:** That morning I was not yet a vampire, and I saw my last sunrise. I remember it completely, and yet I can’t recall any sunrise before it. I watched the whole magnificence of the dawn for the last time as if it were the first. And then I said farewell to sunlight, and set out to become what I became. ~ Interview with the Vampire: The Vampire Chronicles, 1994

Photos taken at Camp Bonnie Brae, the nation’s longest continuously operating Girl Scout Camp, in East Otis, Mass.

The Family’s First Sleep-over

October 19, 2018October 24, 20182 Comments

Our baby girl had her first sleepover at a friend’s house this month, and in an unexpected turn of events, her Dad and I were thus afforded the opportunity to go to a “sleepover” at a friend’s house the same night.

I don’t know why I’m putting the last in quotes. That’s actually what happened.

Still, this is what occurs when you suddenly find yourself with — what I’m told — are called, “new friends.” With guest rooms.

Friends with kitsch.

Friends with amazing wool sheets and black-out shades I wanted to pull out of their fixtures and steal (the blinds not the friends).Friends with style…