Red, White and Blue Day

July 4, 2014 § Leave a comment

Hello Friends,

I am back on my blog! Moving West has been a great adventure so far but it has taken all my attention and energy. Which is why I haven’t posted since…last March (Oh my! That long?).

So, thinking that Independence Day is a good day to post about one of my favorite source of inspiration: colors, here are two pictures taken a few days ago in Santa Fe and in Laramie, where visiting beautiful southwestern Wyoming on the occasion of our 30th anniversary, Peter and I stopped by on a very bright sunny day.

Burro Alley in Santa Fe, NM

Burro Alley, Santa Fe, NM

The Cowboy Bar, Laramie, WY

The Cowboy Bar, Laramie, WY

Have a happy 4th of July in Red, White and Blue!

New Orleans Lights

March 28, 2014 § 1 Comment

Lake Pontchartrain New Orleans WaterscapeNew Orleans LightsNew Orleans Lights 2

Unbelievable: Weather and dinner

March 25, 2014 § 4 Comments

We were wide eyed and speechless for the first 10 miles of the day. I could not remember a drive like this in our 18 years in New Hampshire. Here we were, on March 25, deep in the mountains of western Virginia, on a steep, narrow and completely unplowed road with hairpin turns, the only way out toward North Carolina. Having no idea of how long this road would last, all I knew was that the minutes were stretching and the silence weighed ominously.

Five hours later, as we crossed the state line into North Carolina, it stopped snowing and the first trees we saw had just begun a pale pink bloom. As in The Wizard of Oz, the movie, the landscape instantaneously turned from black and white into color.

Hot Springs, VA. March 25th 2014


Our long day ended with another unbelievable, a dinner at Herons in Cary, North Carolina,

Beautiful and delicious marinated fluke salad

Beautiful and delicious marinated fluke salad

with a glass of great wine.

Wine with dinner

A Kosta Browne Pinot Noir


Finally the last (and best) unbelievable: The words from my husband as he looked at the forecast on his phone before we went to sleep: “Wow! In 48 hours it will be 73 degrees…”


Back On The Road

March 24, 2014 § 2 Comments

I am back. Back to blogging. Back on the road. Again New Hampshire to Santa Fe. Taking a different road this time.

Some of my entries will have more text, others just pictures and captions.

The past few days have been exhausting and I will write more about this soon. So for today I’ll just give you a couple of photos:

New Jersey Turnpike. March 2014

Manhattan from the New Jersey Turnpike on March 23rd 2014.

We drove down to New York City, stayed in Manhattan for 3 days and left yesterday for our road trip. This is the first picture I took from our car, with my iphone.

Sunrise Cafe, Woodstock, VA. March 2014

The Sunrise Cafe, a lucky find in the Shenandoah Valley.

It was still so cold today. 34 degrees at lunch time in Woodstock, VA.

Rural Appalachia

Rural Appalachia


The forecast for tomorrow: “Blizzard watch” starting at 4am. Planning a late morning departure for North Carolina. Will there be Spring one day?




A Quiet Christmas

December 24, 2013 § 1 Comment

( Holy. According to Douglas Harper, of Online Etymologie Dictionary “Primary (pre-Christian) meaning is not impossible to determine, but it was probably “that must be preserved whole or intact, that cannot be transgressed or violated,”)

A Holy Day it is. Whether you celebrate Christmas with a religious reverence or simply look forward to sharing the day with family, friends or strangers, giving and receiving, I wish you a Holy Day. A day of rest, a day of peace, a day of wonder, a simple day. Because stopping the calendar machine for one day and making that day Holy in our own way is good and free, light and quiet. So have a Holy Day tomorrow. Snow on Queen Ann's LaceSnow on Wild GrassSnow and SumacSnow on White Pine 2Snow laden pine branchSnow and Red Berries

Historic Route 66

November 7, 2013 § 1 Comment

For 6 hours yesterday and another 6 today we have been driving East on Route 66. From the high desert of eastern New Mexico,  the Texas Panhandle, all across Oklahoma and tonight the Ozarks in Missouri, we saw deep America on this mythical road.

One could say there’s nothing to see from a highway, at least nothing spectacular. Flat dry plains interspaced between occasional clusters of truck stops, gas stations, fast food restaurants and motels, a couple of spruced up old fashioned diners for the nostalgics of 66 complete with oldies music in the bathrooms, the ubiquitous fireworks superstore and adults megastores, it’s a treeless landscape studded with wind turbines, cell towers, telegraph poles, giant white crosses, tall Phillips 66 poles or American flags: Historic Route 66.

Oldies Nostalgia

Oldies Nostalgia, Clines Corner Restaurant.

Patterns on a table and a glass of milk, Route 66

Patterns on a table and a glass of milk, Clines Corner, New Mexico on Route 66.

Big Vern's Steakhouse

Big Vern’s Steakhouse, Shamrock, Texas.

History on a historic road

History on a historic road.

Landscape of the Oklahoma Heartland

Landscape of the Oklahoma Heartland.

A place to spend hard earned money. Joplin, Missouri.

A place to spend hard earned money. Joplin, Missouri.

Red Or Green

November 6, 2013 § 2 Comments

We left Santa Fe bright and early today after three weeks of moving and settling in our little adobe house. As we are just beginning to feel comfortable finding our way around the city and having staked out favorite places for breakfast or dinner, compared quality and value among the main grocery stores and made acquaintances with a couple of bakery owners and garage mechanics, it’s time to go back to New England for our last winter, sell our house and say goodbye.

The Kakawa Chocolate House in Santa FE, where I totally fell in love with hot and spicy chocolate!

The Kakawa Chocolate House in Santa Fe, where I totally fell in love with hot and spicy chocolate!

Powerfully Delicious!

Powerfully Delicious!

Now  I am eager to eventually become a local in New Mexico and Santa Fe (as opposed to a  mere visitor). However I have a feeling it will take time and dedication on my part to achieve such a goal.

Even if I am fairly confident that, given time,I can learn to pronounce the spanish names and terms correctly, try to look casual in a pair of worn low profile cowboy boots or breathe normally after climbing only 3 steps or walking across a street, I know now that there will be some major hurdles to get over.

And the number one is… eating my chile.

” Red or Green?” that is the question.

Breakfast, lunch or dinner, whenever I order from a simple menu of local food, diner food, food truck food or any food that is not considered exotic and fancy, here it comes! I can’t eat my chile! I wont touch my chile! I am just like a picky eater kid with my chile.

Most embarrassingly I don’t even know the difference between red or green! I feel too stupid to ask so I’ll have to find out the hard way: Taste both and compare.

See, the big problem for me is that if an invisible speck of chile touches my tongue, I am afraid I will turn reddish purple, stop breathing and instantly combust on my chair. So I don’t dare yet or I should say have the courage to eat anything that looks remotely spicy, more precisely anything with a spanish name except for Dulce de Leche or Flan.

For example the other day I succumbed and ordered a chocolate lava cake for dessert at a barbecue place. It sounded pretty safe, even after the waitress warned me that it had just a hint of chile in it. I was too embarrassed to change my mind so I said boastingly and probably with a weird smile  ” Oh! I’m sure it’s okay, I’ll take it. Thank you”.

A hint? That’s what they call a hint? After only one bite I forgot what chocolate or vanilla, or sugar or dessert ever tasted like, and drank my whole glass of  ice water in one shot before I could put down my fork in defeat.

I was sad to leave this morning and looking forward to coming back in the spring to resume my “assimilation”. But I was also secretely relieved to know that in a few days and after many miles on the road again I will be ordering New England clam chowder and Boston Cream Pie…with plain, sweet and very bland whipped cream.

Last stop before leaving New Mexico this morning.

Last stop before leaving New Mexico this morning.


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