The rich glow of the evening sun upon the old Union Trust Building in Providence, Rhode Island at 60 Dorrance Street Saturday was beautiful. We spent the weekend seeing Bob Dylan in Boston and Providence.
We took the kids to Gilsland Farm Saturday to go for a walk and check it out since we’ve never been there before. Tons of reeds whispered in the breeze as we strolled around them through the fields along the bay.
Awoke this morning around dawn to this view behind our house here in Maine. The waning moon in Cancer falling towards the horizon as a morning mist hovered about 20 feet above ground made for a beautiful setting, which was hard to capture with a camera. But here’s what I caught.
We stayed nearby last weekend and dropped in for a drink and a stroll of these grounds. Recently acquired by Loews Hotels, this place is THE place on the beaches of St. Pete. Ritz, glamour, etc. Too much for our liking, but beautiful nonetheless. A classic old hotel.
Decided to add a hue the color of the hotel itself. Kind of lends an even more surreal taste to the image. A few more pics will follow, but I think this is one of the best shots I took on Sunday.
Have shot this barn many times, but this one may be my best yet. A beauty of a barn in excellent condition, I’ve seen this in calendars and on postcards.
Faneuil Hall in Boston, MA and the Shaker Village Community Dwelling House in New Gloucester, ME were built 146 years apart. Their brick architecture is classic colonial America. Although the former is considerably more elaborate, the proportions of the Shaker house work beautifully with the eyes.
So, on Monday we took a drive north through Grafton Notch State Park, then east on East Hill Road down into Andover, ME, and finally down into Portland for dinner. The foliage was near peak, peak, and past peak, depending on where we were situated. Since my wife mentioned that many of my recent posts have been B&W’s I thought I’d post an Autumn medley of color shots.
James Joyce spent six nights in this tower in 1904, and it is the setting for the opening of his book Ulysses, where he writes, “Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.” It is located just outside Dublin, Ireland in a town called Dun Laoghaire (pronounced Dun Leery). Built in 1804, exactly 100 years before Joyce stayed in it, it was originally built to defend against Napoleon, but that never needed to happen.