Places | earth to holly

August 11th, 2010

The Neighbor's Fence

A good neighbor is a fellow who smiles at you over the back fence, but doesn’t climb over it.

Arthur Baer

Such is my folks’ neighbor, whose property this fence surrounds.

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August 8th, 2010

Silent Sunday: Long Branch Stream

July 24th, 2010

Another W Birthday

In keeping with my birthday post for W last year, I’ve borrowed another one of his photos that without my meddling, would never be seen…which is just fine with him. Yes, I’m quite the buttinski.

Taken while standing on the shore of Manhattan in his hometown of New York City, he’s captured both the Manhattan and Brooklyn suspension bridges spanning the East River and landing in Brooklyn. If you’ve ever wondered which was which, the Manhattan bridge, on the left, is steel, while the Brooklyn bridge is steel and stone. W mentioned that when he walks the Manhattan bridge, he is one of a few, but when he walks the Brooklyn bridge, he is one of hundreds.

Nice shot, W, and happy birthday!

Love, Holly & Lu

July 16th, 2010

Boats At Accotink

July 13th, 2010

Lake Accotink At Sunset

Lake Accotink is a 55-acre lake located in Accotink Park in Springfield, Virginia. Fairfax County is in the process of repairing a concrete dam there, so the lake has been temporarily drained. Led astray by W and Lucy (apparently we weren’t supposed to be doing what we were doing, but I didn’t see the STAY OFF sign), I attempted to follow them across a part of the lake, which was so dry it was cracked. Anyway, they made it across fine. Halfway, I sank like a rock, all the way up to my knees. A quick calculation of height, weight, girth, etc., was no help in figuring out what the hell happened (I sank…W didn’t). I started whining until they came back to pull me out (luckily an old board nearby helped in the hoist), and I then slid to and fro in my sandals all the way back to the dock where I rinsed my feet in a foot of stagnant, 100-plus-degree swamp water.

Wow, that was fun. When do we go back?