(April 22, 2009)
Now that we know we'll be leaving the east coast soon, I'm growing increasingly nostalgic, thinking of the endless forests of thin tree trunks along the side of the road, the crisp mornings, even the beauty of winter. I am not a cold-weather person, but the stillness of a white world outside and a fire burning in the fireplace with a mug of warm tea in your hands is hard to beat.
And seeing the sun rise over beaches made for long walks in sweaters, the rainbow-colored leaves of a Vermont fall, and old red brick buildings with white window trims. I have complained about the cold and yearned for humid, 80-degree days, but these images of New England will always make me smile.
Here are some from Port Elizabeth, Maine. Enjoy.
See and download the full gallery on posterous
Now that we know we'll be leaving the east coast soon, I'm growing increasingly nostalgic, thinking of the endless forests of thin tree trunks along the side of the road, the crisp mornings, even the beauty of winter. I am not a cold-weather person, but the stillness of a white world outside and a fire burning in the fireplace with a mug of warm tea in your hands is hard to beat.
And seeing the sun rise over beaches made for long walks in sweaters, the rainbow-colored leaves of a Vermont fall, and old red brick buildings with white window trims. I have complained about the cold and yearned for humid, 80-degree days, but these images of New England will always make me smile.
Here are some from Port Elizabeth, Maine. Enjoy.
See and download the full gallery on posterous
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