Mount Auburn

•November 9, 2010 • Leave a Comment

On a recent, lovely Saturday afternoon, Graham and I rambled around Mount Auburn Cemetery in Cambridge. This isn’t just any cemetery; it’s historic, beautifully landscaped, and has a lovely view of Boston.

Strange, Sagrada Familia-esque chapel in the cemetery.

Strange, Egypt-inspired monument.

Strange botany. Hydrangeas blooming in October? Graham was astounded.

Not-strange view of Boston. Beautiful.

Clearly, my dedication to historical plaques has caught on.

Treehugger.

Sad news

•November 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Our little Sargeant Pepper passed away last week.

We miss the guy.

Vermont Part II: White steeples and wood-fired pizza

•November 7, 2010 • Leave a Comment

Longing for the attic of my boredom

•November 2, 2010 • Leave a Comment

 

There are children who will leave a game to go and be bored in a corner of the garret. How often have I wished for the attic of my boredom when the complications of life made me lose the very germ of freedom! –Gaston Bachelard

This is another way of saying that although I intended to post something more extensive today, I’m too busy to do it. Soon, I hope! I have “Vermont, Part II” to share, as well as a delicious meal we made in celebration of 9 (!) years together, and some autumnal adventures.

“Freedom and Unity” Part I

•October 24, 2010 • Leave a Comment

(“Freedom and unity” is Vermont’s state motto.)

Labor day weekend, we sought out freedom from the concrete and noise of the city, and set out for Vermont. We had a lovely weekend of board games, bocce,  hiking, and hanging out.

Plum Island is a peach

•October 20, 2010 • Leave a Comment

This Is Just to Say

William Carlos Williams

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

 

Off of Newburyport, there’s a lovely island called Plum Island. On said island, there are plums, of course, (see above photo) but there’s also a large wildlife refuge, famous for its fabulous birdwatching. The refuge is one of the habitats of the endangered piping plover. Piping plovers look like this:

(While I wish this was my photograph, it’s Jim Fentor’s, from the Parker River National Wildlife Refuge website.)

In late summer, we headed up to Plum Island and stumbled accidentally on “free day”–it was $0 to hang out on the beach/check out the 4,600+ acres of conservation land. The landscape in this area is really interesting, transitioning from forest to open fields, then marshes, rivers, land (island) and then sandy ocean beaches.

We wandered for awhile. It was an unusually brisk August day, so we decided to skip the ocean swimming. But we saw some piping plovers! Admittedly from quite a distance, and they basically just looked like fuzzy white blobs. Still, it was exciting, and we wished that we had brought binoculars.

After our Plum Island adventure, we stopped for some nourishment. Guess where?

“Summer afternoon – Summer afternoon… the two most beautiful words in the English language.” –Henry James

•October 19, 2010 • 1 Comment

Sitting here on an afternoon of driedup leaves, brisk wind, and an early dusk, it seems strange to post pictures of late August’s jaunts. But I’d like to share some of the things that filled my time in August and September, admittedly two very tough months for team Sazama-Kervin. Nonetheless, we made time for some fun, and saw some beautiful things.

In August, my ears were at full-on crazy: whistling, roaring, you name it. At the beach, though, the ocean’s roar helped me forget about that. Needless to say, we sought it out often. Here are a few of the pictures we took.

Going to the seashore on a summer Saturday afternoon…such a New Englandy thing to do. And an easy lifestyle to adjust to.

The beautiful harbor homes aren’t too hard on the eyes either. This particularly lovely house is on Cape Ann, in Rockport.

The post-beach refreshments aren’t bad either.

When I first moved here, I didn’t really get the whole “lobster shack” thing. The shacks are tiny, extremely casual, and often tucked in strange locations. You have to stand in line to get your food. And they smell a little weird.

But there’s just something about getting a lobster roll a few miles from the ocean. Graham and I had a lovely time sampling lobster rolls up and down Boston’s North Shore and surrounding environs this summer. The clear winner of Claire and Graham’s lobster challenge? Bob Lobster on Plum Island. Large, sweet chunks of lobster, buttered and toasted buns, and the tables even have plastic, lobster-print tablecloths.