I took some time for myself the other day. I pointed the car westward and set off at a leisurely pace - back roads, no real purpose or plan. I came across this guy. He was most disagreeable and not even a little bit grateful. Apparently he had no wish to be carried from the middle of a blind curve in the road back to his pond. But hey, this is what I DO. I cannot help myself - turtle rescue is, for me, as natural as breathing. He tried to bite me. I was not amused. He wouldn't even come out of his shell to give me the beauty shot! I really admire the house that he carries around on his back - it's so leathery and substantial, so ancient and perfect. I really wanted to touch it, a lot. But this guy is a snapper. A SNAPPER! I moved on...
Can you tell what part of the country I live in? This range is referred to as The Gunks. Lots of climbers like this particular grouping of rocks. It's a perilous business, if you ask me. I get the sweats just thinking about those ropes and pulleys and spikes and cliffs!
It is really breathtaking up there at the top. We use it as a short cut when we are making a fabric run to our favorite quilt shop in Woodstock.
I had one more stop before I got to Elaine's house. Each year this wonderful roadside stand features the most magnificent sweep of sunflowers. And their cinnamon rolls aren't too shabby either!
There's a really great image of Elaine in her studio, but I haven't gotten her permission to post it, and she might not like the notoriety. She is a very private, very talented, fiber artist. If I lose my squatters rights over at her place, I don't know what I'd do! Elaine is to fabric what the Can-Do-Guy is to wood. You get the picture!