My dear wife, Carrie, and I are in rainy Amherst, NH as I sit and type these words. We are at the house of our friends Bob and Michelle. This is a nice, peaceful place to visit.
My intent today is to share with you some images we have captured as we have been taking in some sight-seeing along the way. We have been blessed to have been able to look at some cool sights. Some of the sights were not so much cool as they were emotional. I will share these in chronological order the best I can.
Flags displayed in Pittsfield, Mass. This was a lovely display in the center of town.
In Bennington, VT, we went to a great, friendly Ice Cream place.
My Friendly ice cream cone.
This was taken at the Norman Rockwell Museum. I know I mentioned this stop in a previous post. The man was an American treasure. He preserved his work and where he worked for the rest of us to visit and reflect upon.
This photo does nothing for this painting. I had to include it anyway.
We took a train from Poughkeepsie, New York into New York City for the day last week. The train ride was cool. I sat in a window seat that followed the Hudson River all the way into town.
My dear Carrie looking around at Grand Central Station.
This was the first time I had ever seen a guy painting a traffic light.
Atop the Empire State Building. This iconic relic is a great place to look at the city. There is a reason it is made over the way it is.
Our grand tour guide, Mike, telling us the story about the tree that survived the 9/11 attack. The tree is in the middle background.
One of the Reflecting Pools at the World Trade Center. This is a place for reflection. I remember where I was when the television news I was watching showed footage of the first tower’s damage and then seeing the second tower being hit by the second air craft. Unreal. Or so I thought. It became very real on the day we visited this place.
I don’t know this lady’s name or her story. I am sure someone does. She stood at this spot a very long time as her finger tips traced and gently swiped across the name of someone lost to the attacks of that dreadful day. With all the hustle and bustle going on around her, it was almost surreal to see her locked into her own little place with the name she obviously misses more than any word I can type hear can try to represent. I wanted to give her a hug. I wish I had.
A few yards from where the woman in green was standing, these gentleman were playing.
On the boat to visit the Statue of Liberty. This photo is a favorite of mine.
I liked this one too. In fact, I took so many pictures of this lady that I laughed and remembered how many pictures my Dad took of the Golden Gate Bridge when he and mom visited San Fran many years ago. This was my Golden Gate Bridge.
A Monument at the site of the Battle of Bennington (VT).
Inside the Monument some 177 feet 7 inches.
Carrie and a friendly soldier at the base of the monument.
We took a little trip up to Saratoga Springs to see a “Train” concert. They were great as always.
Mt. Greylock is the highest point in Massachusetts. The shape of this mountain looks a bit like a whale. This mountain influenced a guy named Herman Melville to write a story about a whale. A little tale called “Moby Dick”.
Carrie and me at the summit of Mt. Greylock.
A marker at the top of the mountain.
Though I did not use one of them, these outhouses atop Mt. Greylock look to be the finest in the land!
A trip to Boston. Carrie took this from where we at a late lunch.
The Old North Church.
The Steeple of the Old North Church. One if by land two if by “C”…as in the Charles River.
Paul Revere and his ride.
Paul Revere’s final resting place.
I am heading into Paul Revere’s old house.
Outside the Old North Church. Having had a son serve in Iraq and Afghanistan and make it back home up right, this was a most sobering of monuments for Carrie and me.
At the end of the day, we ate at this place…
I had a lobster roll that was fabulous.
Speaking the looking around rights.
Danny Johnson