Doors of Kings Landing

Back in the ’70’s, plans for a dam on the beautiful St John River in New Brunswick threatened a group of 18th Century buildings. Some bright spark had the idea to move them out of harms way. The result is s vibrant, living historical village.

We visited on a very hot holiday Monday and all the doors were thrown open to welcome a bit of breeze as well as us visitors.

The delightful staff not only welcomed us into their homes and places of business, they drew us in the 18th village with the play acting. We were encouraged to lend a hand to help with the chores. Because it takes a village to … well … make village.

Linked to Norm’s Thursday Doors

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The Feelings of Flowers

“Perfumes are the feelings of flowers” – Heinrich Heine

These beauties are generously filling my dining room with all the feels. And they are glorious! 🌱

Silence

A little bit snowy, a little bit foggy, a little bit sunny. Late afternoon light on a December afternoon.

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Serene

A moment of quiet amidst the frenzy of preparations.

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Glow

May the nights always be aglow

with the bliss of the day

with unharmed hands and feet

and kissed cheeks.

– Sanober Khan, A Thousand Flamingos

The glow of an October evening on Lake Champlain, in Burlington, VT. Photo taken October 2016.

Window

“Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.”

– Edith Wharton

Peaking out an upstairs window in Old Town Lunenburg.

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Layered

The sun rising up over Rose Bay on a Monday morning in September.

Above the the trees, over the bay, past the headland and through the clouds …

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Ooh! Shiny!

The brass bell aboard the schooner Bluenose II, on a rainy August Saturday in Lunenburg, NS.

WPC – ooh! shiny!

Transient

“No permanence is ours; we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds” 

– Herman Hesse

Spotted in Covent Garden May, 2017.

WPC – transient

Order

If there hadn’t been women we’d still be squatting in a cave eating raw meat, because we made civilization in order to impress our girlfriends. Orson Welles

All fall in!  

Lined up and ready for dinner!!!

This lot arrived compliments of our generous neighbour… who just happens to be a lobster fisherman. A happy surprise phone call on a Sunday morning!

They were deliciously fresh, of course. But. Still. I can help but wonder just how hungry must the first person to eat a lobster have been ….  (it’s a perennial question for me.). There’s a lot of amour on those “sea bugs”.

WPC – Order