Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Almost There
Towards the end of December, my husband
went to Marblehead to meet with some family.
Unfortunately, I had a bad cold so could not go but
he so thoughtfully took many photos to bring back
so that I almost felt like I was there!
I'll be sharing them with you here....
the harbor...
(just click the image to see a larger view of this
panorama)
State Street, Marblehead... the street where I lived
and if you look closely, you can see a glimpse of the
harbor at the bottom of the street!
( click on the image to see larger)
the harbor at the end of State Street, Marblehead
in December 2009...
(this image also gets larger when you click on it)
Crocker Park, Marblehead...
(this panorama will enlarge when you click on the image)
Friday, November 27, 2009
My Home Near the Harbor
Looking through my old drawing
books helps me to recall fond memories.
Was a time when I carried my drawing books with
me and they became visual diaries. I tried to capture something
every day with my pens and watercolors ...
I was finding my way on my own as a wandering artist.
It was in the autumn when I had moved from Boston
to Marblehead...
a little room on the 2nd floor of an old house with
slanting floors in an apartment I shared with two
others and a cat belonging to one of them named Aboo.
I recall that the man who lived above us grew vegetables on the
roof of the the house and buckets of
dirt could be see through our kitchen window being
hoisted up to the roof!
"Aboo"
It was on a street in the Old Town between the harbor
at the bottom of the street
books helps me to recall fond memories.
Was a time when I carried my drawing books with
me and they became visual diaries. I tried to capture something
every day with my pens and watercolors ...
I was finding my way on my own as a wandering artist.
It was in the autumn when I had moved from Boston
to Marblehead...
a little room on the 2nd floor of an old house with
slanting floors in an apartment I shared with two
others and a cat belonging to one of them named Aboo.
I recall that the man who lived above us grew vegetables on the
roof of the the house and buckets of
dirt could be see through our kitchen window being
hoisted up to the roof!
"Aboo"
It was on a street in the Old Town between the harbor
at the bottom of the street
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