Blossoms and Shadows and Trees (oh my!)

A Watercolor Skyline

A view of Boston from the Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge. Apparently, back in the day, you could see ships in the harbor from this vantage point.

BTW, these are not actually watercolors, they're photos, but they sure do feel like watercolor. There must be at least 12 shades of gray in there.

Springtime Perambulations in New England

A sunny afternoon at Sheepfold Meadow. A drizzly morning at the Mount Auburn Cemetery. These were some of our first springtime rambles after winter seemed to finally thaw. How wonderful to enjoy New England again without the bitter cold standing in our way!

May Flowers

Some of the many flowers and blossoms that burst on the scene starting in late April and early May. It is now late June and we are still in springtime mode, with more rain than is really necessary (though of course if I were a flower, I might disagree with that pronouncement).

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Blog Night

How do you know when a blog is finished? How do you know when to throw in the proverbial towel? (or in this case, URL)? I guess you could ask yourself the same question for every endeavor in life, from a job to a relationship, though blogs seem particularly hard to let go of, since they occur virtually and out of real time, and thus could, with minor tweaking (and access to passwords), actually continue after the blogger's demise (uh, don't get any ideas...)

For me it is a matter of inspiration, or, to put it metaphorically, whether there is water in the well, or coming through the faucet. This particular blog spigot feels tapped out, for no particular reason except that it does. Oh, there are dribs and drabs, but nothing requiring a bucket to fill, no danger of a floody mess.

So what's next? Perhaps - if we can keep beating this poor metaphor to death - I will use my water divining rod to find the next source of inspiration (though I feel I already know what it is, to be revealed soon!). And maybe it's just a matter of moving the spigot over a few feet, or twisting some pipes back in place (ok, enough of the metaphor, I'm not a licensed plumber for cryin' out loud!)

Meanwhile, I have a whole heap o' photos to post before I quit, a photographic last hurrah if you will. Thanks for reading and I promise I'll leave a forwarding address!