Times like now

Sometimes I have a little story I'm dying to tell you but don't have quite the right photos to go along with it. Other times I have some pretty little photos I want you to see but nothing quite right to say along side them. Most of the time, even if I have both a nice story and some photos for you, the only way I can even write anything is to pretend like you're not reading this at all. Times like this, times like now, I tuck my head down and soldier on.
I was walking to the old train tracks along the border of Elmwood's property when I saw this truck parked. A glorious green little 70s baby, historic plates and a collection of turkey feathers gathered along the dash. Unlocked, windows down. Pretty much perfect.

I walked along the tracks until I reached the trestle and saw a pair of boys fishing down off the path. I blindly took some photos of the pond, just to have purpose for being there. One boy saw me and made his way up to say hello. We chatted for just a moment, something about the number of bugs and how the day's forecast had been wrong, no rain but just humid haze. He was a baby, but baby handsome, too, and in a way that was completely unaware of how many boys in Brooklyn romanticize a life like that. I turned and walked back along the tracks, happy to know that other people put turkey feathers along their dash, too.


36 comments:

  1. aahhh, summer in the country!

    Such a lovely blog. Your Elmwood is intoxicating!

    So glad I found your blog!~Dona

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  2. Your story above makes me sigh and longing for a nice relaxing time among the greens! I wish for more time spent in the garden.

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  3. I know what you mean - both in the sense that I never have appropriate photos when I have something to say, but when I have taken photos to share my mind is blank... + that the only way I can ever blog is to pretend there are not people reading. xxx

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  4. Beautiful Beautiful Beautiful, I love stories like this. And turkey feathers!

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  5. I imagine New York is a bit like London (where I used to live) in that, sometimes you need to be reminded that it isn't the be-all and end-all! Sounds like a very pleasant afternoon :)

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  6. a good story to share for another Wednesday morning

    www.rsevangelista.com

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  7. oh please... this makes me miss my favourite place on earth so much... sigh sigh and sigh again... Thank you :)

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  8. I love those little things, those little moments that light a warm fire in your heart.

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  9. Everything about this post is beautiful.

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  10. Absolutely beautiful. Those pictures are divine.

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  11. I couldn't sleep last night... when I finally decided to just get up out of bed it was 5am... I crept over here to the computer squinting at the bright screen through the darkness... and everything about this story and these photos made me smile...

    It is the Ideal truck in every way, especially if already fully stocked with a dashboard of feathers...

    Elmwood really looks like the perfect place to be. I wish I could have wandered around alone in the darkness someplace more like that.

    Enjoy what you've got and the things you get to see...

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  12. ...My soul longs for a place like Elmwood. Lovely photo. :o)

    ...And somehow I get the feeling that a little boy somewhere is telling someone about a gorgeous girl that happened upon him and his buddy while fishing one day... ;o)

    ...Love the truck.

    ...Blessings... :o)

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  13. Boys in Detroit romanticize about it too. Sweet truck.

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  14. oh, i love your stories (and pictures)!

    Love the truck too :p

    http://sweetharvestmoon.blogspot.com

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  15. Oh, i love your stories (and pictures) so much!

    Love the truck too :p

    http://sweetharvestmoon.blogspot.com

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  16. Lovely story. I live in Chicago, and when I go out to see my horse in the country I often have those moments of peaceful bliss. It's just such an amazing feeling.

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  17. I especially love this post because my grandpa had a yellow truck just like this one. I also love it because this is the lifestyle my thirteen year old son lives. There have been so many times I have seen him run in, grab his pole and head for the nearest body of water.
    I also love it because I have been romanticizing about New York City. I told my mother just last night that all I want to do is walk down the streets of the Upper West Side by Riverside Park. I don't care about the hotel I stay in or the shopping. I just want to walk down the street. This may sound strange to some , but in my heart I know you will understand this wish. Blessings to you dear girl.

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  18. Many thanks to you for always giving me such sweet tastes of The City and of New Hampshire, both of which I miss more the more I read your writings. So very sweet ... thanks, Sweet!

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  19. I grew up in the country with twin brothers who are just a year younger than me. You just brought back many memories of our summer days. Swimming, fishing, exploring, spinning tales....love the post.

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  20. Your photos look so cool and refreshing! Ugh it's way too hot out.

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  21. Please keep the stories coming- I promise I will hold my breath and you won't hear a pip- I will pretend I am not here at all- and I will delight in your photos and whatever comes along, in my quiet little room that has it's own beautiful window overlooking the bay in Vancouver-Thank you for writing here-

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  22. Love the pictures, thanks for sharing.

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  23. your lovely writing transports me. thank you.

    janet

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  24. I just lost my boyfriend of eight years two weeks ago. He grew up in the small town of Adams, Tennessee, living in a farmhouse and having adventures. Reading this reminds me of his young teenagerhood, when we met, and when he was happiest: walks in the woods with sticks of incense to ward off bugs, the neighbors letting us pick their tomatoes, him skateboarding past white picket fences and general stores. (He was baby-handsome, then, too.) Your writing and photography are evocative and beautiful and reminiscent. Thank you for sharing your loveliness. It means something real to people.
    katie

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  25. Was going to try to say something pithy and witty but then read the comment above.

    She said it all (and broke my heart).

    xo

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  26. Super lovely blog!

    xoxo,

    colormenana.blogspot.com

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  27. i like it... i am always like that too... good i found ur blog and the first lines was just right for me... thanks!

    JJRod'z

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  28. I've been reading your blog for awhile but never commented...I just want you to know how lovely your writing and stories are. I am so inspired everytime you post. :) I love it all because everything seems so real and personal...a true girl with a true life.

    blessings,
    Sarah :)

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  29. Magical. The images, the words. I was touched. :)

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  30. Mmmm....fishing sounds glorious right now. :)

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  31. I can only say I know how you feel!

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