
In New Hampshire’s White Mountains Presidential Range as seen from the Vermont state line.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

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.



San Francisco has no monopoly. We are, after all, the City in the Bay.


I’ll let others swing out on that rope.

As it says on the bridge.

You can even just sit in one of the little basins in the fish ladder and let the water rush over you.

Looking one one.

Or, if you turn around, the other.