Archive for the 'The Nature' Category
Splashing Moment
Just another picture from the place where the family gathers to swim and swim and swim and jump and swim.
Breakfast at Stony Lake
My grandfather, Edward James Dwyer, is the last remaining sibling of seven.
His specialty – in addition to storytelling and a signature jump into the lake – is making breakfast at Stony Lake. The kitchen is the same one he cooked in when he was a young man after having helped build the red cabin with his father. His 30+ nieces and nephews, six kids, 12 grandchildren and one great grandchild are lucky to have this place to swim, read, eat, swim, hike, swim, play cards, swim and hang out in the woods.
Thank you, Grandpa!
CommentsBlues and Greens
Visiting the place in Adirondacks where the magic of the wilderness first came alive for me. The lake and cabin and woods of my childhood and my mom’s childhood and my grandfather’s childhood.
In town for a few hours to do work before heading back to the blues and greens.
Reflections
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After a few weeks of poor-me city life, we escaped last weekend to Santa Barbara. We first visited the monarch butterfly preserve. We went on a lovely nine-mile jaunt to a beautiful crowded waterfall and beyond on dusty switchbacks. At the top, we saw a paved road and celebrated the summit by lying on gravel and looking out over the ocean. On the way home, we stopped at our new favorite beach in lovely Carpinteria (in the news recently for a controversial oil drilling proposal) and took some pictures of each other jumping, dancing and spinning. Sooo fun and sooo cold! We couldn’t feel our toes afterward. Like, at all.
Not being able to bear the idea of heading back to L.A. after such a perfect day, we stopped at a Yelp-recommended vegan restaurant in Ventura. Mary’s Secret Garden. Not only were the squash soup, fake hamburger and spring rolls scrumdiddlyumptious, but our waiter was bouncy and friendly and genuinely kind. He ran after us as we were leaving and handed us his CD, on which he plays every single intrument.
Driving back into traffic, into city lights, into the density, we listened to his music. And it was beautiful. For real. A perfect perfect ending to a wonderful day away.
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