Listening to a group discussion Saturday morning, I could not turn away from the view out the old windows of the building.
I was focusing on the red tile roof. I realized that I had viewed these roofs often from a car window and from the ground…from afar. I liked the way these roofs looked from a distance but I had never really thought about what they might look like from a birds perspective.
I noticed, this morning, that this tile roof was not perfect aesthetically. I wanted to crawl out that window and even up the layers…the more my critical eye judged this roof the more discontented I felt because I was comparing this roof to what I knew of shingled roofs. I wondered how this disheveled tile roof could actually do its job and protect the inner building from water leaks.
….And then I wanted to take a picture of this very unique view. I had begun to appreciate the beauty and nonconformity…this work of art made from the clay of the earth. The ugliness or beauty of the roof was how I chose to see it.
Until next time…
And I’m not talking about vacation. The semi-annual event of changing out the warm and cold weather wardrobe….also known as..the OMG I FORGOT I HAD THAT … THIS IS BETTER THAN SHOPPING event.
Fortunately being an empty nester pack rack, I have extra closets for the cyclical clothing exchange. As well as this huge tote big enough to bury a body in.
Please do not misunderstand. This tote is big but I can’t use all of it because there are several bottom layers of clothes I haven’t worn in 15 years that WILL fit me again…some day!
So far seems like the hot to cold transition here is going to be friendly. Trees around my nest don’t seem to be changing yet, although the early leafers have fallen off in a brown, crisp, twisted death….I look forward to the strong color changes around the neighborhood.
The oldest seaport in the United States…Gloucester shares the land point with Rockport. We are at that point of the vacation where we are ready to head home….still enjoying the sites but less zealous…..
We stayed overnight in an out of the way hotel…the Sea Lion. It was quiet and outdated and comfortably simple.
My main agenda was visiting the fisherman’s Memorial but then we were intrigued with the the rest of it.
There is just a different feel in a village like this in comparison with the Midwest. We especially loved the city hall and the ship cupola on the top of the weather vane.
During this trip to the east/northeast, I’ve been very aware of the melting pot of different cultures, different accents and languages! I was especially aware of a different drummer that Mainers dance to as opposed to the Midwest. #gratitude for the experience and gratitude for the “living in the moment” lessons I’ve been practicing and used during the complications during the first part of the trip.
We are vegging now in a beautiful suite in a burb outside of Boston, Gotta love Orbitz rewards…