breathtaking
There's a beach by a quarry, and it's one of the best places I've been to, beautiful and invigorating. It's made up of slabs of rock strewn along the shore. Just picking one to sit on is a pleasure. I rest for a while with the sun on my shoulders. I could have spent days there.
kayaker
A river wends through red, green, and gold grass. A kayak emerges from under a bridge, and sunlight shimmers in its wake.
seaside
Walking to the farthest reach of the jetty, I have a feeling of being embraced by blue. The sky, with some blue-white smears of cloud, the harbor spreading out on all sides, and the water trickling through the clumsy string of rocks - blue all around.
secretive
It's an old house, with enormous trees fussing around it and petting it with their branches, and shrubs rearing up to screen it protectively. It keeps silent about the people who lived there and what they saw from its windows. What we have are some facts embellished by imagination.
sweeten
It's a town of fudge and ice cream and pastels, flowers in window boxes and clapboard churches overlooking the ocean.
visage
In an art museum, I like the portraits best. They're characters expressing stories.
wondrous
The sound of a blue whale's heartbeat.
Showing posts with label rocks. Show all posts
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Saturday, April 21, 2018
Tuesday, October 17, 2017
Halibut Point State Park is Amazing
In early September, I went on a vacation for a few days to Boston and to some of the towns within commuting distance, including Rockport on the Cape Ann Peninsula. The highlight in Rockport was walking from the center of town to Halibut Point State Park.
It used to be a granite quarry, and the quarry is full of water now. It's stunning.
Along with walking around the quarry, you can look out over the ocean.
And head down to a beach layered in slabs of rock.
Have a picnic here.
The walk to and from town is also wonderful, with beautiful yards and gardens along the way, and openings to the sea that tease the imagination.
I felt lucky to visit these places.
It used to be a granite quarry, and the quarry is full of water now. It's stunning.
Along with walking around the quarry, you can look out over the ocean.
And head down to a beach layered in slabs of rock.
Have a picnic here.
The walk to and from town is also wonderful, with beautiful yards and gardens along the way, and openings to the sea that tease the imagination.
I felt lucky to visit these places.
Wednesday, August 30, 2017
Week in Seven Words #358
bundled
There's a bundle of blankets on the couch. It takes me a few moments to realize it's a child, staring at the TV through the fog of a cold.
fidget
I need to guard against the antsy expectation of the next thing, the unsettling need to keep scrolling down the page or refreshing it.
genre
They're reading young adult novels set in dystopian societies, and I like their analyses of these books - what makes sense to them, what doesn't, and their take on the characterizations. Their thoughts on what they read have become more complex.
gravel
He's bought neon orange gravel for the fish bowl. When he cleans it in the sink, it makes a crunchy, rustling noise in the spray of cold water.
mortify
I speak to someone who calls himself progressive. To him, being progressive means using certain tortured terminology and immediately shaming people who don't. It's likely the correct terminology will change soon, so he'll have to keep a close eye on developments. Signaling correctness is a key way to avoid ostracism.
pattern
Wine-colored leaves shaped like stars, suspended in perfect stillness under a streetlight.
sharing
The waiter brings out a slice of cake with a candle stuck to it. It's meant for an adult's birthday, but mostly the kids devour it, after it gets sectioned with a steak knife.
There's a bundle of blankets on the couch. It takes me a few moments to realize it's a child, staring at the TV through the fog of a cold.
fidget
I need to guard against the antsy expectation of the next thing, the unsettling need to keep scrolling down the page or refreshing it.
genre
They're reading young adult novels set in dystopian societies, and I like their analyses of these books - what makes sense to them, what doesn't, and their take on the characterizations. Their thoughts on what they read have become more complex.
gravel
He's bought neon orange gravel for the fish bowl. When he cleans it in the sink, it makes a crunchy, rustling noise in the spray of cold water.
mortify
I speak to someone who calls himself progressive. To him, being progressive means using certain tortured terminology and immediately shaming people who don't. It's likely the correct terminology will change soon, so he'll have to keep a close eye on developments. Signaling correctness is a key way to avoid ostracism.
pattern
Wine-colored leaves shaped like stars, suspended in perfect stillness under a streetlight.
sharing
The waiter brings out a slice of cake with a candle stuck to it. It's meant for an adult's birthday, but mostly the kids devour it, after it gets sectioned with a steak knife.
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Week in Seven Words #293
bay
Foam churns in the wake of the ferry. The city recedes to the size of Legos. I lean back and feel the wind coast over me. The water is deep and glistening.
murmur
From between the rocks, the water whispers.
peering
Sunflowers, leaning out of buckets, press their faces to a bright window.
sheltered
Most of the homes have porches half-screened by flowers and leafy branches.
soft-hued
I'm walking in a world of pastel colors: pink doors, seashells, light blue skies, flowers enfolding fences and homes.
tending
In a dimly lit room with dusky, rose-colored walls and no TV, I press bandaids onto my blisters and settle back in bed with a novel.
vicinity
The famine memorial is spread out in the foreground. Behind it, a glass-fronted convenience store displays large cutouts of a spoon and fork.
Foam churns in the wake of the ferry. The city recedes to the size of Legos. I lean back and feel the wind coast over me. The water is deep and glistening.
murmur
From between the rocks, the water whispers.
peering
Sunflowers, leaning out of buckets, press their faces to a bright window.
sheltered
Most of the homes have porches half-screened by flowers and leafy branches.
soft-hued
I'm walking in a world of pastel colors: pink doors, seashells, light blue skies, flowers enfolding fences and homes.
tending
In a dimly lit room with dusky, rose-colored walls and no TV, I press bandaids onto my blisters and settle back in bed with a novel.
vicinity
The famine memorial is spread out in the foreground. Behind it, a glass-fronted convenience store displays large cutouts of a spoon and fork.
Thursday, October 1, 2015
Week in Seven Words #263
absented
Historic plaques in grotty subway stations. The subway system is teeming with stories no one knows, because people don't like to look around when they're waiting on a platform. They pretend they're elsewhere, maybe already at their destination, and not underground in the stale air and filth.
hindsight
When I walk along the dead lawns, I imagine meeting my younger self, taking her by the shoulders, and telling her a thing or two.
linked
I hear them chanting, and their voices are like chains of silver.
obscure
You find it in the folds of her robes: an owl. Few people would spot it or think to look for it. It will never venture out of its sheltered spot.
projected
I know I have a craving for chocolate when every large brown boulder reminds me of fudge.
pronounced
Heliotrope lipstick and hair a traffic cone shade of orange. She's lit up like a flare in the gray neighborhood.
somnolence
The interior of the historic church is made of dust, marble and roses. A man in the pews bows his head - praying, or coaxed to sleep by incense and warmth.
Historic plaques in grotty subway stations. The subway system is teeming with stories no one knows, because people don't like to look around when they're waiting on a platform. They pretend they're elsewhere, maybe already at their destination, and not underground in the stale air and filth.
hindsight
When I walk along the dead lawns, I imagine meeting my younger self, taking her by the shoulders, and telling her a thing or two.
linked
I hear them chanting, and their voices are like chains of silver.
obscure
You find it in the folds of her robes: an owl. Few people would spot it or think to look for it. It will never venture out of its sheltered spot.
projected
I know I have a craving for chocolate when every large brown boulder reminds me of fudge.
pronounced
Heliotrope lipstick and hair a traffic cone shade of orange. She's lit up like a flare in the gray neighborhood.
somnolence
The interior of the historic church is made of dust, marble and roses. A man in the pews bows his head - praying, or coaxed to sleep by incense and warmth.
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Attempted Seal-Watching at Beautiful Orchard Beach in the Bronx
This past Sunday, I went to Orchard Beach in the Bronx's Pelham Bay Park to hopefully see some seals (they come down from Maine during the winter). The park rangers had set up a viewing time for low tide. Unfortunately, they didn't come out of the water. The chances would have increased with a sunny day, and even after the rain stopped the skies remained cloudy.
Still, it's a lovely beach, even in winter.
Still, it's a lovely beach, even in winter.
Friday, May 20, 2011
Monday, May 16, 2011
Week in Seven Words #67
anecdotal
We have the table near the fish tank, and over sushi and beef dumplings we tell funny stories and clink our glasses in a toast.
bedrock
On a blue breezy day we scramble among the rocks that overlook the lake.
greeting
A moment after I step out of the elevator, they emerge from another one. It's a wonderful surprise; they were on their way to meet me, and now I get to see them even sooner than I expected.
irenic
Candles at one end of the table, and in the window a rose pink sunset.
oasis
It's a gift-wrapped day, an oasis in a week that's mostly desert. I spend the day with people I love - walking, exploring, reading, talking.
pachycephalosaurs
Also called bone-headed dinosaurs, something that makes us giggle as we read through the dinosaur book.
suckle
In my arms he fidgets, grumbles, sucks on the lapel of my jacket and cries when it fails to nourish him.
We have the table near the fish tank, and over sushi and beef dumplings we tell funny stories and clink our glasses in a toast.
bedrock
On a blue breezy day we scramble among the rocks that overlook the lake.
greeting
A moment after I step out of the elevator, they emerge from another one. It's a wonderful surprise; they were on their way to meet me, and now I get to see them even sooner than I expected.
irenic
Candles at one end of the table, and in the window a rose pink sunset.
oasis
It's a gift-wrapped day, an oasis in a week that's mostly desert. I spend the day with people I love - walking, exploring, reading, talking.
pachycephalosaurs
Also called bone-headed dinosaurs, something that makes us giggle as we read through the dinosaur book.
suckle
In my arms he fidgets, grumbles, sucks on the lapel of my jacket and cries when it fails to nourish him.
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