Tag: new hampshire
member name: Linda Douglas
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July 15, 2006 09:30 PM EDT --
It was a soft summer evening. The sun was making its way to the western horizon leaving a subtle pink sky. I had finished a long week and looked forward to relaxation and an evening of music. . . .
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September 30, 2006 04:08 PM EDT --
The forecast was calling for rain this coming week so I knew I needed to be outdoors as much as possible today. Leaving breakfast dishes in the sink, I dashed out the door with my camera to . . .
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March 23, 2007 08:42 PM EDT --
There is such a place as heaven on earth and I have found it for me.
For twenty six years I lived in Norfolk, Virginia. I did not live in the nicest of neighborhoods. I drove in high . . .
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July 30, 2006 12:18 PM EDT --
I was up and at 'em early this morning to drive up to Pitcher Mountain in Stoddard, NH to pick wild blueberries. The idea of a short hike near mountain pastures and wide vistas appealed to me. . . .
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September 24, 2006 10:39 AM EDT --
The sun was still hiding behind fog and mist on this early Fall New England morning, but I knew there were babies at the farm and I needed to take pictures. I slipped on my barn boots and headed . . .
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May 06, 2006 04:19 PM EDT --
I think I have become a stalker.
It all started last year when I was researching southwest New Hampshire in preparation to move here. I had found a video on the Keene, New Hampshire . . .
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April 14, 2006 02:56 PM EDT --
Since moving to New Hampshire last summer I find that the one thing I am missing is diversity. This part of New Hampshire seems to be to diversity what Wonder Bread is to the diet. I don't . . .
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April 30, 2006 06:03 PM EDT --
Sunday Drive
Heart racing
I slow down to look over the pond.
Blue water reflecting white clouds,
reeds blowing in wind,
sandhill crane moving silently,
step by step through tall grass. . . .
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July 29, 2006 02:51 PM EDT --
Last weekend I read a book that left me thinking about happiness and how we define it, search for it, and feel when we think we don't have it. Journal of a Solitude was written by May Sarton . . .
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