Thursday, July 31

At the Cabin. Part Two.

Driving to the cabin.

Road trips are one of my most enjoyable experiences. The flush of freedom, the snacks, the license to buy little things at rest stops, the audiobooks, the bare feet ready to be slipped into soft shoes when getting out of the car.

I try to stop at gas stations with wild fields next to them. The pockets of beauty keep me going for miles.

Saturday, July 26

At the cabin. Part One.

We got back last week from a lovely week at the cabin we rent in Ontario each year (one of two, really, that my relatives frequent). This year Tim couldn't come due to work and so Cedar and I (and Lucy and Indigo) headed up on our own. We drove a few hours, stayed in a hotel (always fun with the dogs!) and then set out the next morning, after a buttered toast and orange juice breakfast together with other travelers in the hotel kitchen lobby, with fog lifting over the mountains of upstate New York. The trip took about 8 hours total driving and Cedar and the pups handled it like champs.

The cabin was a place of rest. My sister and her children were there, along with my parents. We ate, played, and watched the life on the lake. Cedar watched fish be fished from the lake, filleted on the dock, cooked and brought to the dinner table. I did a little stonework on the steps to the beach. There were hours of silence as we all read while the kids napped. 

These pictures were all taken by my mom. More soon.

xo Brooke

Wednesday, July 23

Tuesday, July 22

Saturday, July 19

Friday, July 18

Thursday, July 17

Wednesday, July 16

Tuesday, July 15

on the towpath

Nearby our house flows the Delaware River. Next to that is the canal. The towpath running along next to the canal was used by mules pulling barges filled with coal in the 1800's. The old inns and locks and all the handbuild stone wall retainers are still in place although the mules are long gone. When we walk there I can hear their plodding footsteps still.

Sunday, July 13

tadpoles. film.

I was standing in the canal, holding Cedar on my hip, to get these pictures. Because tadpoles are magical and they only come around every so often. There's just something about them. They're just a blink.

Saturday, July 12

Friday, July 11

Thursday, July 10

Wednesday, July 9

Tuesday, July 8

Monday, July 7