Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Gail and I returned to Newfound Lake in NH awhile ago to get together at our friend Tii's family house on the lake. There are some fifty cousins who keep this place going and Tii invites friends up to play tunes and visit every year. Views of the house from land and water. There are several other houses/cottages, plus a sauna, boat house, woodshed....
A bunch of hikers went up the local mountain to get some exercise, fresh air and the honor of meeting and visiting with Tii's aunt at her cabin. They enjoyed nice views, walked Aunt Mary's labarinth and took time out to reflect on things with Aunt Mary.
One of the great parts of playing, of course, is getting to play with people I've admired since before I started, and in a space I heard people play in before embarking on this musical journey. In this session with Tii in the attic I got two-in-one.
The weekend had a sad shock at the conclusion. Tii's Aunt Mary had a stroke Saturday night and had to be taken to the hospital Sunday morning. She died soon after, surrounded by dozens of family members singing the songs she had taught many of them. She looked feisty and inspiring in this shot from Saturday, a fine life right to the end.
May we all be so fortunate, and loved.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
OK, so it's only the ninth one, but we've had twenty-five years worth of fun. Back in the day it was a twenty-six-mile walk (for real), but these days we do just under 20.
Hard to tell from the happy faces that the cutest dog in the world had just had a brush with death, or breakfast.
This buck had been hanging out in our neighborhood and I got some pictures of it in the neighbor's yard at the end of August. I didn't see it again until a few weeks ago at the beginning of hunting season and was glad it was still a city-slicker like me and would hopefully make it another year. Sadly I learned today it stood in a neighbor's yard for a few hours with an arrow stuck in its neck, the neighbor didn't know what to do. So when the deer collapsed, he and his son dragged it to the nearby woods and left it for the crows.