Words are superfluous, as you stroll Commercial Street with us.
NOBODY does it like Provincetown!
And Treats:
Words are superfluous, as you stroll Commercial Street with us.
NOBODY does it like Provincetown!
And Treats:
As New Jersey skies increasingly disappoint me, –resembling the inside of a vacuum cleaner bag–, my heart and memory leap back to the Berkshires and the Green Mountains. OK, I’m this big New Jersey booster, but I’ve had it with gloom.
This is how Vermont skies looked, immediately on the heels of a Nor’easter. Deb and I headed over to Bennington from the Cozy Corner Motel, along Route 7. The Apple Barn is a key ritual of my trips to this region — for a cozy family place, with unbelievable vistas, and the best aged Vermont cheddar of my life. Ditto mountain apples. Baked goods aren’t bad, and the maple syrup is worth of the journey.
However, I’m giving you a feast for the eyes:
To the left, at another picnic table, a family was having a lovely outdoor feast, when the rain had hardly dried upon our windshield.
One time, when I was alone at Cozy Corner and at a corner cafe in Bennington, I was the only person in there who had not seen the moose.
They do to moose what Hopewell just did to oxen:
A few moments later, at a mansion near the Bennington Monument, we came upon this artistry.
Even the gloomy isn’t gloomy in this neck of the woods.
Can you see why I feel, it’s always beautiful in the Berkshires and Bennington?
Bennington Historic Mansion, Dressed for Hallowe’en
Perversely, I returned to the Berkshires for the Anniversary of Sandy-the-Hurricane, by any other name. There I was marooned, two years ago, forfended by tree-strewn roadways, lacks of electricity and gasoline, and, frankly, long-continuing storm, from returning to Princeton. Where, as it turns out, after, finally, a gruelling 10-hour drive, there was no power in the house here, yet again. Somehow, I needed to re-experience Williamstown without a hurricane – which, yes, reached even there, darkening nearby North Adams.
View From Window of Cozy Corner Motel, Williamstown, toward Shrouded Berkshires
“Best-laid plans of mice and men, gang aft agley…” The anniversary trip involved what seems to have been a six-day Nor’easter. I remember when they used to be called 3-day blows.
Faded Glory on Water Street, Williamstown
Oddly enough, though we did manage hikes and beaucoup art, and some sunlight, many of the pictures look worse, weather-wise, than I remember. In fact, spooky. What do you think?
Glory of Yesteryear, Once-Essential Chimney, Williamstown
Venerable Factory Windows
No Touchdowns Today — Williams College Field in Nor’easter
Where Are The Players of Yesteryear — Williams College Field
Chef’s Hat Breakfast Refuge, Williamstown
Not About to Take Off, Williamstown Airport and Mt. Greylock
We boldly ascended Mt. Greylock that afternoon, the peak that purportedly inspired Herman Melville, who lived near another flank of this mountain, to write Moby Dick. I must confess, I could live near Greylock for any number of decades without writing anything about the sea, let alone a masterpiece…
Overlook Trail, Mt. Greylock, Nor’easter Days
Summit View, Greylock
Greylock Tower, Berkshires
Weather Systems, Mt. Greylock Summit, Berkshires
SURVIVOR – House of Noble Heritage, Williamstown
What Stories These Windows Could Tell
Promise of Change, View From Cozy Corner Motel, Williamstown
Glowing Through The Storm — Cozy Corner View of Autumn and Tumultuous Brook
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