We headed north today for a pre-Thanksgiving lunch.
I was confused by this sign in the men’s room in a Dunky’s this morning:
But this bathroom is used by backpackers, canoeists, and snowboarders.
(Speaking from personal experience, stinky people.)
Conway, New Hampshire: Outlet stores, restaurants, bars, mountains, lakes, rivers, and head shops.
Away from the commercial strip, Conway is a beautiful place.
Along the White Mountain Highway (Route 16)
My camera battery died; these pictures are from the iPhone.
The ATHM is located in the former Kitson Machine Shop mill on the edge of downtown Lowell. I was poking around the building today, looking at the surrounding neighborhood, as framed by the big old mill windows.
Also found this old tool box. The smell inside the box was totally he-man cologne.
American Textile History Museum
Lowell, MA USA
These have nothing in common except they happened today.
The new home of The Crimson Permanent Assurance as it prepares to set sail down the streets of Boston:
Lunchtime view from the Border Cafe, where we didn’t have anywhere near enough tequilla:
1: Cambridge Street, Boston
2: Church Street, Cambridge
My beloved jack-o-lantern is becoming a Walker.
It’s Halloween plus two weeks:
One of the coolest things about jack-o-lanterns is how they age into horrible withered, wrinkled, creepy creatures.
The Front Porch
My whole neighborhood is wicked pretty right now.
Fort Hill Park was gorgeous today just before sunset.
No camera or Photoshop tricks — the colors really were this vivid.
Fort Hill Park
In which I am a photographic timelord!
North Station was crawling with steekin’ puckheads tonight. Mercifully, the trains were running on time.
People boarding their 6:15pm train to Rockport
North Station, Boston
This is straight out of The Hardy Boys.
My dad recently moved to a more secure nursing home that specializes in dementia and Alzheimers care. The staff is wonderfully attentive and very friendly.
The doors are camouflaged to help draw the residents’ attention away from them, to help prevent the residents from accidentally leaving the area. Each set of doors is unique, and is hand-painted in a charming folk-art style…
When the museum itself is the empty canvas.
The ATHM is preparing for their next exhibit, Artist Textiles: Picasso to Warhol. The special galleries have been cleared of the previous show and are being re-created with paint, spackling compound, temporary walls, and props.
American Textile History Museum
Thoreau promises, but a different artist delivers.
The quote from Thoreau says, “If the middle of the day prove warm and pleasant, I promise myself to take a walk.” Thoreau was a wuss. This morning it felt raw and breezy, but we all managed to walk to work anyway.
Meanwhile, this artist got my Red Line trip off to a pleasant start. Thank you.
Thoreau Path, Boston
MBTA Red Line at Charles/MGH, Boston
I wish I could’ve floated downstream with Edward Abbey.
Running out of the house this morning, I grabbed Edward Abbey’s Down the River to re-read. It’s the account of Abbey and a bunch of middle-aged friends on a week-long Southwestern river trip. In the book, Abbey brings along his copy of Henry David Thoreau’s Walden to re-read.
Thoreau can come across as an annoying indulgent self-righteous woodsy dandy, but Thoreau as interpreted by Abbey is wonderful reading.
On the 6:25p train
Heading home to Lowell