Taking our time sorting through the chaos that is our filing system here at home.
Lots of old junk headed to the local shredder.
(#mboct Day 27/30)
Taking our time sorting through the chaos that is our filing system here at home.
Lots of old junk headed to the local shredder.
(#mboct Day 27/30)
I don’t know about “bliss”, but a freshly baked chili-cheese baked potato makes for a darn tasty (and easy!) lunch.
(#mboct Day 26/30)
It’s the time of year when gravity does its thing to leaves, making my daily walk treacherous - if pretty! - in spots.
(#mboct Day 25/30)
Pretty strong connection between the first dreary, rainy day of fall and a warm bowl of chili (with lots of crackers!), if you ask me.
(#mboct Day 24/30)
Story behind that pizza:
Wasn’t our favorite pizza of the trip, but might be the most memorable.
I don’t have a photo of it - my hands were full - but a favorite memory of this trip will be sharing a to-go large pepperoni pizza with my family on a bench next to the statue of Bewitched’s Elizabeth Montgomery in the early evening in Salem.
Here they are just after.
Also snagged a fresh photo of my previous lock screen- ~15 years later.
Things are a fair bit lighter now. :)
Each time I visit MoMA, I end up with a new iPhone background or two.
New ones from this trip are Monet’s “Water Lillies” on the lock screen and “The Town of the Poor” by Sonja Sekula elsewhere.
Now that I’m back home, here’s more travel photos featuring more than just me from the last week!
Travel, especially with family, has always been a deep well of meaning in my life.
Happy to be home after a week away, though.
(#mboct Day 23/30)
(Photo of my family and I at The Breakers Mansion in Newport, RI, from Wednesday late afternoon/early evening)
Steamtown National Historic Site in Scranton turned out to be a fine place for a rest about halfway through the longest driving day of the trip - from Boston to Western Pennsylvania.
(#mboct Day 22/30)
Not a bad birthday:
When I travel, my favorite space is often either the train station or the public market.
In NYC, it’s Grand Central.
Here in Boston, it’s Quincy Market.
(#mboct Day 21/30)
Stretching for the theme a bit, but I reckon this is a lawn that has seen a croquet match or two in its day.
(#mboct Day 20/30)
Why thank you. It was good to be back after 15 years away.
Me and Frida at MoMA.
(#mboct Day 19/30)
Finished a day traipsing around the Hudson Valley with the #pumpkinblaze at Van Cortlandt Manor in Croton-on-Hudson (just up river from Sleepy Hollow).
It got bigger in the last 15 years since I last went.
(#mboct Day 18/30)
I didn’t need a compass to tell which side of Pennsylvania I was in today.
(#mboct Day 17/30)
In the seemingly random rotation of my facial hair cycle, things came up clean shaven this time.
(#mboct Day 16/30)
Far from ethereal, today’s dinner celebrates National Cheese Curd Day with Culver’s CurderBurger - yes, that’s a patty-sized fried cheese curd.
Still processing this - literally and figuratively.
(#mboct Day 15 / 30)
Well. One of my wheels at least.
They can’t all be winners.
(#mboct Day 14 / 30)
Got my daily walk in early today - Four miles or so amongst the fog and the animals at Fort Ben.
(#mboct Day 13 /30)
The legend: Puccini’s Campfire pizza. Summer sausage, sweet onion marmalade, gorgonzola & fresh rosemary.
(#mboct Day 12/30)
When I think of hygge, I think of family time. Like this photo from New Year’s Eve last year.
To be that close and that together and that happy at the end of such a tough year brings me comfort even now.
(#mboct Day 11/30)
Lots of bridges on yesterday’s hikes, but the highlights were the falls and the tunnel (from an abandoned railroad line) at Clifty Falls State Park.
(#mboct Day 10/30 … and posted from glorious home internet)
