Tuesday, October 23, 2012

My patience, like autumn, is fleeting...

Two and a half weeks. Every few minutes I tell myself, it will all be better in two and a half weeks. In two and a half weeks, the elections will be over. With any luck, the Democrats will then stop sending me twenty plus emails a day begging for money. Some of their emails show the level of my contributions - which are nil. I have explained to them on multiple occasions that the economy, reluctance to hire older workers, and the lack of decent jobs in my area have all conspired to leave me unable to contribute to the obscene amount of money they have collected and spent already. I guess they are trying to shame me into a donation. Better yet, in two and a half weeks, on November the 10th, I will become officially retired. I will be living in genteel poverty, but hell, I've been doing that for quite awhile, and I will actually have a better income than I have now from my place of employment after 5 years of subservience. (I'm not joking about that - one of the first things they do is make a name-tag for you, which you must wear, which uses your first name so that people may address you as though you were the stable boy or the scullery maid.)

(Not quite) soon enough it will all be over. Although the election is troubling - it turns out that the company which makes the voting machines in the make or break state of Ohio is owned by a company with heavy investment by Romney's son Tagg (the one who wanted to "take a swing" at Obama). Who names their kid Tagg? Well, today I suppose that is a conservative name.

With the day off, I started digging to find those photos of Newfane in autumn that I promised to scan. The first box I picked up had its bottom give way just shy of where I was going to put it. Most of the photos in it were ones that I was looking for last Spring. I didn't find the Newfane shots, but I did find a few others that I took some years back. So here, from two different scanners, two 35mm cameras and one low price digital camera, are a few pics of autumn in New England. (note- Blogger is acting up and not putting the photos where I want them. With any luck, I can still make this make a little bit of sense....)

 Taken by the side of the road at a Gentleman's Farm in Rhode Island
The next Gentlemen's Farm down the road....

Another farm in Rhode Island - okay not especially autumnal,
but I liked these Scottish Highland wooly cows - this guy came over to check me out.

When I had a car, I used to go visit an old friend - meaning a friend who has known me for a very long time (although he is now getting along in years just like myself), who lives just over the Vermont border in New York State. On the way to his town, this old diner sits abandoned by the road. I love diners, so I had to take and share this picture, oaky?

On the way back from the above visit... I just liked this scene - it cried out to be photographed.
I used to live in Boston, so it's only fair that I post one of two pics from there.

The above was taken in the Back Bay Fens. On the other side of that bridge are the old Victory Gardens.
Across the street to the left of the photo is Fenway Park, the home of the Red Sox.

I can remember taking this in a Boston park, but I can't remember which one ---
I think it was the Esplanade  but it looks more like the Arnold Arboretum. 
Just a short train ride from Boston in Concord, Mass.
Monument Mountain in western Mass., near the spot where Nathaniel Hawthorne and Herman Melville had a picnic with friends (which I seem to recall included Thoreau) - and  let me tell you, those Victorians had to be pretty damn hardy to carry a full picnic up to this spot.
Just a little south of the above, across the border into Connecticut. I used a version of this shot with people in it (towards the left) so there is a reference point for the scale of this waterfall.

Somewhere around the Mass/Ct. border.
I don't remember where I took this -
I thought it was near the Wachusetts Reservoir in MA,
but I could be wrong about that.
A "Kodak moment" by the woolen mill in (upstate) Johnson, Vermont

The Cemetery in (upstate) Hyde Park, Vermont

Now, I do have a thing for cemeteries - particularly New England cemeteries in autumn. The tombstones in Vermont's "Northeast Kingdom" are especially wonderful - Italian stone cutters were brought over to work the granite quarries, and they carved wonderful monuments. Here's an example from the town of Hardwick:

The Hardwick cemetery is situated on a hill. As I walked up the hill to take the photo above, I saw one large headstone, which was very plain. The husband's name was on the left, and the wife's name was on the right. As I passed the stone, I noticed something carved on the thickness of the right hand side:

I walked around the headstone to the husband's side.
And  there I discovered this:


Judy said...

Gorgeous pictures.

Anonymous said...

You have a good eye for composition. Love the headstones...that could be on a good many don't you think?

sdt (a.k.a. stevil) said...

Judy - Thanks!

mbj/Delores - Thanks! I suspect we can guess whose family paid for that headstone...

Ricola said...

Thanks for the beautiful travelogue!

Austan said...

To my dying day I'm going to badger you to publish your photographs.

sdt (a.k.a. stevil) said...

Austan - why, Thank You, darling. That was such a wonderful compliment. I wish my pictures were that good.

sdt (a.k.a. stevil) said...

Ricola - when are you going to start your own blog, tell us some of your stories, and pot a few pics of your world out in L.A.? And oh, thanks for the compliment.