The IAC New England Pictures
Posted: Tue Oct 15, 2013 9:23 am
Vermont on the way to Aopisa:
. . . a taillamp bulb check in the only spot I could find for such things:
Lovely country roads of my youth just clogged with commuter traffic all over the northeast:
This here's a covered bridge:
In Real Life, this was one of the most beautiful moments of the Itinerary, such a soft palette:
Never far from the stern reminders of our forefathers to fly straight, mind your manners, or go to Hell:
Then, of course, a modern call to sloth and gluttony:
A classic snapshot of Any Day On Earth for me, most usually a bike ride circa 1968-77
Little did I know that the 7:30 AM on my clock . . . (see further below):
Vermont knows how to scar a view as much as anyone:
. . . . . would become a terminal 7:42:40 :
Minutes after Clock Death, this is Manchester VT, and I am getting confused at my "excellent time" from Brattleboro to Aopisa's house:
Morning of our Marathon, the Son, the Father, and the wholly Guest:
Colder and crankier get I, but the beauty is still compelling here on the way to my mommy's house:
Adirondacks along the Northway (Interstate 87 to Montreal):
Just about 50 miles south of Plattsburgh NY:
Pulling into the driveway of my parent's house:
. . . with a view of Lake Champlain looking back at Vermont:
Y'all, my 83 year-old mom stayed up until 2:30AM chatting with me.
The timelessness of our individual relationships with our mothers, the Ushers to our very Existence, is severely focused by the very real relentlessness of each second driving us to the end of our journeys.
As my mommy would once have said, "don't blow it".
As I would have to reply, "ya can't."
Colin
. . . a taillamp bulb check in the only spot I could find for such things:
Lovely country roads of my youth just clogged with commuter traffic all over the northeast:
This here's a covered bridge:
In Real Life, this was one of the most beautiful moments of the Itinerary, such a soft palette:
Never far from the stern reminders of our forefathers to fly straight, mind your manners, or go to Hell:
Then, of course, a modern call to sloth and gluttony:
A classic snapshot of Any Day On Earth for me, most usually a bike ride circa 1968-77
Little did I know that the 7:30 AM on my clock . . . (see further below):
Vermont knows how to scar a view as much as anyone:
. . . . . would become a terminal 7:42:40 :
Minutes after Clock Death, this is Manchester VT, and I am getting confused at my "excellent time" from Brattleboro to Aopisa's house:
Morning of our Marathon, the Son, the Father, and the wholly Guest:
Colder and crankier get I, but the beauty is still compelling here on the way to my mommy's house:
Adirondacks along the Northway (Interstate 87 to Montreal):
Just about 50 miles south of Plattsburgh NY:
Pulling into the driveway of my parent's house:
. . . with a view of Lake Champlain looking back at Vermont:
Y'all, my 83 year-old mom stayed up until 2:30AM chatting with me.
The timelessness of our individual relationships with our mothers, the Ushers to our very Existence, is severely focused by the very real relentlessness of each second driving us to the end of our journeys.
As my mommy would once have said, "don't blow it".
As I would have to reply, "ya can't."
Colin