Thursday, April 16, 2020

Lucy Vincent Beach Ride

    I felt drawn to the ocean today.

Fortunately it was low tide and I was able to ride my bike up and down Lucy Vincent Beach.

Many years ago I made this one of my "Declared Sculptures".   I think of it as a portrait of Alfred Hitchcock.   I never thought it would last this long.

When I left the beach I headed for Menemsha, but on the Menemsha Cross Road my left knee began to hurt a little so I slowed down, turned around, and headed home.  Don't need to push it and have a painful knee.   

Sunday, April 5, 2020

NorEaster final Ends: First Sunshine in Days

I will say the damn NorEaster was starting to drive me CRAZY!

   Then finally the sun came out, the wind died, and I got on my mountain bike and went out for a ride.

I love this grove of Beetlebung Trees in the Menemsha Hills Reservation.

The Brickyard was my furthest point out.   There is something about ruins that can't help but make you think.  This is what is left of the Water Wheel which supplied all the power.   It is hard to imagine a time before ubiquitous electric motors and gas engines.

     My shadow sends a friendly wave (from a safe distance!).  But the trail beckons.

    We arrive at the highest point on the Island; Peaked Hill.   Gay Head is in the distance.  With all the rain it has become a land of lakes:

   On the way home the Keith Farm is always a sight to see.

    Then past my house and to the Wequobsque Cliffs, the highest on the Island.   

     Then home with a smile on my face and sunshine in my heart.

     Marianne and I share a grilled steak dinner and a massage.  

     Life is good again.  


Getting ready for Thanksgiving

{Found this post still as an "Draft"  made me nostalgic for the days when we had people in the house.  Now we talk to them outside from 10' away.}
Nothing like a real squash pie by Marianne

Grandma checking out the twins making Turkey place settings

The twins Art Nook.    It is times like this I'm glad I built a lot of space.

El's Turkeys starting to take shape

Wren and her Turkeys