Tag: Hammock
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Earth Day
Without being cute or hyperbolic, *every* day at Rosslyn is Earth Day. Healthy, sustainable, holistic practice — from construction and gardening to eating and personal wellness, responsible land stewardship to ecological wildlife guardianship — was fundamental to the lifestyle changes we made two decades ago when we exited life in Manhattan and started fresh on…
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Anticipated Nostalgia
At the outset, this post was inspired by Matt Miller’s poem “Far Away” that found its way fortuitously to my inbox. An earlier draft of this post was titled “Scent of a Home” in tribute to his poignant piece grappling with the future departure of his daughter for college. I began by reflecting on the…
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Pirouettes & Silhouettes
From dancing hammocks to sunset silhouetted carriage barn and icehouse, this is a first foray toward lyric essay still germinating.
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Hammocking with Carley in 2020
Take me back to the spring a summer of 2020. Height of ‘rona. And hammocking with Carley! When memories drift back to that peculiar spring and summer of the Covid-29 pandemic, fear and paranoia come to mind. Manic masking, toilet paper shortages, spraying toxic clouds of disinfectant onto our groceries, and horrifying statistics mounting nationwide…
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Mist Mingling Prose
I wind down this wild, weather-whipped Wednesday with a tribute to my niece and my bride. My niece, visiting for a week, is the picturesque focus of this painterly snapshot. And Susan managed to capture this cinematic moment between exiting a massage and preparing a tasty dinner for the three of us. Several hours later…
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Misty Mellowing
I’ve allowed myself to lament the rain-rain-rainiest summer in memory more than becomes me. More than becomes Rosslyn too, I imagine. Apologies, friends. I’ll try to stiff-upper-lip it for balance. But before sidestepping it altogether, indulge me a moment to consider a silver lining. My misty mellowing isn’t mine at all, not these photos of…
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National Hammock Day
Did you know that July 22nd is National Hammock Day? Not only this year. Every year! As hammocking habitúes, Susan and I of consider EVERY day a hammock day. Well, not every day. Let’s say April through October? Is National Hammock Day Real?!?! What exactly is National Hammock Day? National Hammock Day is celebrated every…
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Hammocking
A day-ender, after builders and painter have headed home, before sundown but feeling the first flush of a refreshing temperature drop, talking, debriefing the day, Carley stretched in the shady grass almost asleep, hammocking… For the third season in a row we’ve enjoyed group hammocking among the still adolescent stand of maple trees growing between…
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Hammock Huddle Haiku
Hankering for a hammock huddle this morning, so I’ll I revisit the photograph I shared on June 6 depicting a herd of hammocks near the orchard. Yes, the color is a little over juiced. And the shadows are dark almost to the point of feeling ominous. Or cozy? But this moment beckons this morning given…
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Eve Ticknor’s Meditative Mirages
Every once in a while I get lucky. A dramatic sunrise falling on mist. Gluten free, dairy free chocolate desert on a restaurant menu. A quick smile or pleasantries from a stranger. A dogeared but otherwise forgotten poem resurfacing, reconnecting, re-enchanting after many years… Many of Eve Ticknor’s (aquavisions.me) watery photographs — especially when hinting…
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Hammock Days of Indian Summer
A warm thank you to friend, photographer, and some time Essex neighbor Eve Ticknor for giving me these evocative images of Rosslyn’s boathouse. You will see in my photographs, ways to see water, not just to look at it. Honing your observation skills will open your eyes to other worlds. ~ Eve Ticknor (Aquavisions) Indeed.…
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Imagining Rosslyn Boathouse, Spring 2006
“Coffee? You don’t even drink coffee,” Susan said. “I know. I know it doesn’t make any sense. But I’m walking through Rosslyn early in the morning with a steaming cup of coffee…” I hadn’t drunk coffee since college, and I’d obviously never wandered around Rosslyn at the crack of dawn either. But I kept having…