Posts Tagged new hampshire
back in the shire
After four months in DC, I am back in New Hampshire for a while and am keeping very busy with a number of interesting freelance design projects. I hope to post some new work to my portfolio soon.
In addition, I’m enjoying the abundance of fluffywhite via snowshoeing excursions into forest-deep and apple orchards and such.
new hampshire in november
a favorite walk
Foss Mountain.
Courtesy of GoogleEarth.
Atop.
wise words of wisdom
Words from a rural New Hampshirite:
“You’d think we live a quiet life, but way out here, it’s way way way too adventurous!”
“Give them each their own football, then they won’t fight over the same one.”
Oh grandma, you’re excellent.
bald eagle vs. loons
Mom, Penny-pup and I, tired of being inside on such a steamy summer day, drove down the hill to the lake (the thing to do on a beautiful afternoon). As we trudged down the sandy slope to the water’s edge, we were unaware that we were about to become witnesses of an epic event. I slid my feet into the water; refreshing, indeed, but there was something amiss. Across the water, a single loon (common sight) was calling not in the typical ‘laughing’ tone, but in a shrill almost seagull-like cry. Was it shouting for help? Was it injured, or was it mourning the loss of a chick or mate? Another minute passed. A second bird joins the scene. From afar, even without my distance glasses, I could immediately see that the bird curving around the opposite shore of the lake was a bald eagle: its enormous presence in the air, white head and tail, and weight as it swooped over the loon in the water and shook the tall pine it landed in. (My mom shrieks, “The Eagle has landed!”, only after a moment realizing the ridiculous coincidence of this week being the moon-landing anniversary.) Less than 30 seconds later, a second loon streaked across the sky, squawking, flapping, following the path of the eagle, and landed in the water next to the other loon. Both loons floated under the tree the eagle was in for nearly half an hour, both loons never lightening their dire, depressing calls. A man in a kayak weaved in and out underneath the tree where we believed the eagle to be. The eagle must have interfered with the loon’s nest… a chick, or possibly an egg? In an instant, the eagle took off from its limb and began to soar the perimeter of the lake. Gloriously immense and powerful in flight— the eagle circles closer, closer, closer to where we are standing on the beach— it soars right above our heads. The loons floated along the shoreline together, silent, bobbing slightly as they return home.
real green goods celebrates two year anniversary
Yesterday was the 2nd birthday celebration of Real Green Goods on Main Street in Concord. The vendors included Cottonfield (100% organic clothing), Pear Tree Studios (gorgeous stuffed animals/toys created from recycled sweaters and other material), and Stonyfield Farm (gave away samples of their Greek-style yogurt in a variety of fruit flavors). The weather was gorgeous–perhaps a bit too gorgeous–so many people were probably at the beach instead of shopping downtown. I hope my accordion tunes helped bring in a few people at least.
Below are a few pictures I took of some of our newest products! 100% Stainless Steel ice cube tray, the most delicious olive oil (from Palestine), and palm-oil free soap in bulk, made from olive oil (again from Palestine). You can find them all on www.realgreengoods.com.
My accordion, Lola. She brought in a few customers (and might’ve driven away just as many; who knows).
