Point of the Compass

Its a Tuesday night, two days down-but three to go. Its been a rough week, where I have felt like a bobber cast adrift in the current. I am helpless, unsure of my direction.  I am fighting so hard to find the current, yet sometimes it seems so far. Yet I know that eventually IContinue reading “Point of the Compass”

Frost Heaves and Signs of Spring

“Bang! Bang! Bang Bang!” My whole body shudders, as my tires skittered across the washboard potholes. I hang onto for dear life until I clear them. You can always see them coming, lined up in lone even rows down the road. Many try to avoid them. Yet many others sigh in resignation, seconds later theContinue reading “Frost Heaves and Signs of Spring”

Rugged Coast

It is mid March. The days have begun to get longer, but the winds still carries a heavy chill. We are still months away from the warm evenings of summer that never end.  Yet I enjoy this time of year, when the  seacoast is quiet. I find solace in the hushed moments in the offContinue reading “Rugged Coast”

Old Schoolhouse Memories

Every once in a while I pass the old schoolhouse in my way into Greenfield. The tall white building standing in the center is only second to the large Meetinghouse that sits on the hill. The worn old schoolhouse that held so many memories, including my own. When I pass my I can almost hearContinue reading “Old Schoolhouse Memories”

White Mountain Winter

“Aren’t you sick of all this snow?” The girl at the bank asked “no, not really” I said smiling. The girl looked at me strangely before changing the subject. I’m used to it. I’m one of the few people that loves when we get three snowstorms in a row. Winter can be absolutely beautiful timeContinue reading “White Mountain Winter”

Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.

It was Sunday afternoon, and we were looking for nothing more than a meal and a place to lay our heads.  The weekend seemed to have passed us by in a colorful blur. I cannot say I regretted it, but at the same time I felt guilty that I did not write more. I gotContinue reading “Winding Dirt Roads, Small Towns, and the Truth About Growing up.”

Winters Grip and Finding my Path

For some reason winter will not let go. This weekend the temperatures plummeted. Winds picked up, and it was rough at times to be outside. Yet I made my way outdoors taking in every moment I could. Taking pictures, hiking, skiing and living. Another weekend draws to a close, and I find that I amContinue reading “Winters Grip and Finding my Path”