


That’s how I heard “Appy,” for Appalachian Gap in Vermont’s Green Mountains.
These are from last summer. I hate to think what the route’s like now, after the recent record-breaking flooding.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall



That’s how I heard “Appy,” for Appalachian Gap in Vermont’s Green Mountains.
These are from last summer. I hate to think what the route’s like now, after the recent record-breaking flooding.



This is how the rising moon looked from across our street last night. The reflection is in the bay between us and Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada. Some of those lights on the island are moving traffic.

In New Hampshire’s White Mountains Presidential Range as seen from the Vermont state line.


The Prinses Mia had been sailed across the Atlantic by one man.

As seen on your side of U.S. 1 heading north in Edmunds Township. It always makes us smile.

Or on the other side of the road when you’re heading south.

Roseway in port

Only a block from our house.
