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I was still sitting in my home office (a.k.a the dining room table) working late when Jim came barreling through the front door insisting I come outside. He had poured a couple glasses of red wine and set up the Adirondack chairs on the patio facing west. With the extended warm spell, this might be our last night to enjoy a comfortable hour in the front garden gazing at the sunset. The air was still – not a whisper of a breeze – and quiet – not a single creature stirring or bird chirping. Magical! 🙂

I’ve been awaking early each morning before sunrise so that I can relax and organize my day with a quiet cup of coffee. I really need that meditative piece of time. This morning, between cups of java, I grabbed my camera and quickly ventured outside to capture this soft twilight glow.
Later, at lunch time, I took advantage of this unprecedented warm weather and embarked on a fast walk up the road. Everyday scenes from the neighborhood…..




With the mild temperatures continuing for another day, we decided to head out and get one more bike ride in before winter really grabs hold. Today, we chose the section of the Northern Rail Trail between Lebanon and Canaan. It was so refreshing to see so many people out enjoying the weather and using the rail trail.
This section of the trail follows the Mascoma and Indian Rivers and takes riders along the shore line of Mascoma Lake. Totally awesome day! Enjoy some shots below of the scenery along the way! 🙂




What a glorious day! It was warm enough to enjoy my morning coffee on the porch, plant my garlic – which was way overdue – and take a long carefree walk. It was also the day this country charted a new course. I’m looking forward to the next four years with Joe Biden and Kamala Harris navigating us through these tough waters ahead. Congratulations to them and to our country for proving that democracy and decency really do exist in America.



During my week in Stone Harbor this past September, I was thoroughly entertained by these shy creatures as I walked the Stone Harbor Point beach. At low tide, the beach is wide and long and towards the southern most tip of the island the ghost crabs are abundant.
I kept my distance as they are very timid. Eventually patience paid off and I was able to capture some good photos. This guy above hovered near the opening to his burrow as I was snapping off shots as if saying “come on – go ahead and take my picture!” Even with my zoom lens, I still needed to crop the photo above significantly! I love the way they skitter across the sand sideways and disappear into their burrows! It’s so comical.
The Latin name for this crab is Ocypode quadrata – and I learned that ocypode means “swift-footed” in Latin. They also hibernate in their burrows during the winter months. Cool!

A warm front moved into the area overnight and we are enjoying some nice mild temperatures over the next few days. During my lunch break, I wandered back to the pond to get some fresh air and enjoy the glorious sunshine!
As I was walking around the edge of the pond, I caught a glimpse of a large bird along the far bank. The red crest and familiar cuk-cuk-cuk call of the Pileated Woodpecker greeted me. He was shy and flew further away into the pine trees. I followed his flight path but each time I got close, he kept his distance. I’ll make a note to go back and sit quietly for a spell. Maybe, I’ll get a closer look!
As winter sets in, I notice seed pods. They are so fascinating. The milkweed pods near our pond have exploded over the past few weeks! The white, hair-like floss is designed as a tool to carry the wind-born seed for dispersal. Isn’t nature amazing!? 🙂


The house we rented in Stone Harbor is just a block from the dunes, beach and marshlands of Stone Harbor Point. My daily walk included the nearly two-mile one-way hike (at low-tide) to the point – the southern most tip of the Seven Mile Island. Part of the trail skirts this marshland that separates the bay from the ocean. I love this habitat. It is teeming with waterfowl – egrets, great blue herons – and is an important bird sanctuary.

Yesterday we had a dusting of snow, this morning a few inches. It is cold and windy and gray. Is it any wonder I was dreaming of warmer times – in particular my September visit to Stone Harbor, New Jersey! I’ve been slowly processing the photographs from my trip two months ago and will be sharing them here along with more current, seasonable scenes from Vermont.
The week I visited Stone Harbor coincided with the wild fires that were ravaging the west. Some very high level smoky haze from those fires made it’s way to the Jersey coast and it affected my photography. The eerie sunrise above is a result of that haze.

I woke up early this morning to a dusting of snow. It came down pretty hard for a spell but did not end up sticking to the ground – except in the woods. Since picking up a temporary job for the State of Vermont a couple of weeks ago, my routine has changed Monday through Friday. I’m up before sunrise so I can partake of my morning coffee regimen and generally start work around 7:30 am. Vermont state workers are still working from home, so I have my workspace set up on the dining room table. I’m trying to figure out how I’m going to organize my photography time around my work obligation and get my daily walk in! 🙂
With the shorter days, it’s going to be a challenge to get outdoors, take part in my daily exercise and take pictures! Today, I decided to sneak outside during my mid-morning break. The temperatures were hovering in the low 20’s and the wind was howling – but I was too lazy to bundle up since I did not plan on lingering long in the great outdoors. So, I wondered around the front garden in my slippers without a coat. Brrr…..if nothing else, it woke me up!
It’s amazing how the garden transforms itself in the winter and the focus shifts from blossoms to other interesting plant parts. There is beauty beyond flowers! You just have to look closely!


Once every few years I venture into the old cemetery up the dirt road. As I was walking past the cemetery today, the gate was open. I noticed this little detail right away and found that odd as it is always latched shut. I took it as an invitation for a totally spontaneous visit! Usually when I visit a cemetery, I focus on the names and the dates of the stones. Today was no exception. On my initial pass through this small cemetery, I reminded myself of the several family names that were represented here. The stones all date to the 1700’s and 1800’s with several graves indicating military service in the civil war. As I came to the last row of stones, my focus shifted and my gaze settled on the unique “artwork” on each stone.
I became curious about the different symbols that were chosen by the surviving family members who were responsible for arranging the completion of the gravestones. After I arrived home and processed the photos, I did some research into the meaning of some of the symbols. Fascinating reading! There are a number of websites out there devoted to gravestone studies.
I found out that the symbol on the above photograph – a hand pointing up – “signifies the reward of the righteous, confirmation of life after death” or “Heavenly reward, ascension to Heaven.” This interpretation seems consistent across multiple websites including the Association for Gravestone Studies.
My second photograph depicted what appeared to be an “eye” under the words In God We Trust. I found that there are many variations of “eye” symbols used on gravestones. One of the most common interpretations considers the symbol to be the “Eye of God” watching over humankind and often means the deceased was a member of the fraternal order of Freemasons.

The final photograph has a couple of symbols – one fairly obviously represents the Tree of Life. The other “flower-like” symbol was intriguing and a mystery. After some searching, I discovered that the six-pointed star-like shape is called a hexfoil. Other common names for this symbol include daisy wheel and witch mark. Now, this was really interesting! Apparently, the use of hexfoils on gravestones goes back to the Roman Empire and may have existed before Christianity. According to a PhD student, whose website can be found here,  “the use of a hexfoil could be viewed as intending protection for the soul of the deceased, protection for their earthly remains, or a bit of both. This use of magic made its way to the British Isles and throughout Europe, and eventually to the colonial settlements in North America.”Â
After browsing through several of these gravestone symbology websites, I am suitably hooked on learning more!
