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One more meander through Montrepose

At the Point on Saturday.

Beauty enjoys a profound and ancient autonomy. True beauty is from elsewhere, a pure gift.  It cannot be programmed nor its arrival foreseen. It never falls simply into the old patterns of what is already there nor is it frivolous or burdened with leaden solemnity.

Frequently, beauty is playful like dancing sunlight, it cannot be predicted, and in the most unlikely scene or situation can suddenly emerge.  This spontaneity and playfulness often subverts our self-importance and throws our plans and intentions into disarray.  Without intending it, we find ourselves coming alive in a sense of celebration and delight.

~ John O’Donohue, Beauty: The Invisible Embrace

A reminder to slow down.

I took a lot of photographs at Montrepose Cemetery in Kingston, New York.  If you don’t mind, we’ll meander there one more time before moving on to other parts of my trip.

The Coykendall family plot from another angle.  As you can see, the grass was very green.

I’m sorry I missed the coffee chat over the weekend.  As you might imagine, M and I have had a lot of catching up to do after being gone for nearly a month.  It’s also harvest time for some of the fruits and veggies in our area, and we’ve been pickling and canning and freezing which requires a lot of slicing, dicing, chopping, and other prep work.

On a hilltop.

It hasn’t been all work and no play, of course.  M and I went for a bicycle ride on Saturday morning.  We went to the Point and back, then over to the creek to look at it from the bridge instead of from our dock.  I think it was a little over 7 miles.  It was a very windy morning and we had to work hard against the wind to get to the Point, but the ride back was easy peasy.  There was no one else at the Point.  That’s unusual this time of the year.  The water always gets good grades as far as swimming conditions which brings people to the beach to wade, swim, and cool off.  No one was fishing, either.  Perhaps the fishermen and women had already come and gone.

Another path.

We found a skate or ray lying on the roadway near the bridge.  One of the fisherpeople left it.  I don’t know why.  Why not just throw them back when you catch them?  Do they think the skates and rays eat too many fish, not leaving enough for them to catch?  Or is there some other local superstition?  I think I’ll ask someone next time we’re at the Point or by the bridge when there are folks fishing.  We find skates (or maybe they are rays) on the beach at the Point, too, thrown there by someone who caught it on their fishing line.  It confounds me.  But there is a lot about the Eastern Shore, and people in general, that confounds me.

Up the stairs.

On Saturday afternoon, M and I went to Assateague Island for some swimming, relaxing, and to watch the moonrise.  The water was cold (65°F, if I recall correctly and I might not; it could have been 68°F).  I waded.  M was brave and went all-in.  The waves were too enticing for him to stay out.  They were big and perfect, something a person with a boogie board can’t resist.  There were a lot of other folks in the water, mostly the younger set who don’t seem to mind cold water.

A closer look so you can see the azaleas were in bloom.

Our plans to picnic on the beach and watch the moonrise went slightly awry.  Storms moved in so we ended up somewhere on the bay side, sitting and eating in the car while we watched the clouds, swaths of rain, and lightning to the south of us.  Most of the heavy storms stayed to the south of us, but there was a enough rain to keep us from eating outdoors.  That might have been just as well.  The wind was from the west which, at the beach, means flies.  Sea breezes, from the east, keep the insects away.

An angel waits.

As for the moonrise, the clouds obscured it for a while.  Instead of staying on the beach, we made our way to another state park area where we could watch from a dock as the moon cleared the clouds.  It was a beautiful sight, especially the moonlight shimmering and glittering on the water.  It started to rain on us shortly after the moon was free and clear.  The rain felt good, refreshing and renewing.

Looking a little worn.

Sunday was a day of rest, sort of.  I’ve decided to honor the sabbath in my own way, not for religious reasons (because I am not religious) but because I think rest days are important (and science, it seems, agrees with me).  I did do a little laundry to help me get a head start on my week, and I also worked on letting-go.  I cleared up a few things from my computer (which is currently overcrowded), and also sorted through the winter hats, gloves, and scarves.  I threw away whatever wasn’t good enough to donate, and put the rest in a box to take to our local Goodwill later in the week.

This must have been an amazing tree when it was alive. I think it’s still amazing.

I reckon that’s about it from the Montrepose Cemetery and from me on this hot and humid Monday.  It’s time for me to get outside and mow some grass.  The rain over the weekend, which we needed, perked the lawn right up and we’ll have hay again soon if I don’t get to it.  Thank you so much for stopping by and joining me on another meander.  Although I could probably show you about a hundred more photos from the cemetery, we’ll leave it for now and make our way out of Kingston next time.

Let’s meet at the Point for sunset this evening.  There are plenty of clouds around to make it interesting.  Sunset is at 8:27 PM.  Looks like the days are beginning to get a little shorter.  If we feel like staying a while, we can wait for the moonrise which is at 9:29 PM.  It will likely be ten or fifteen minutes later before we see it since there will be trees on the horizon to block the view.

Three

Be good, be kind, be loving.  And take a little time out of your day every now and then to pause and Just Be.  🙂

Irises blooming in Bolton Landing, New York (located on Lake George) where we stopped to have lunch on our way to Vermont.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  226)  Birdsong in the early morning.  227)  Butterflies enjoying the weeds and flowers in the scrounger’s garden.  228)  Breath and breathing.  229)  Life.  230)  Love.

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Robin is a photographer, artist, writer, wife, sometime poet, mom, grandma, daughter, sister, friend, and occasional traveler currently living on the Eastern Shore of Maryland. She finished a 365 commitment to get outside every day in 2011, and has turned it into a lifelong commitment taking one or more walks each day. Robin will continue to share her walks through her words and images on Breezes at Dawn. Older posts can be found at Life in the Bogs, her previous blog. Robin and her husband are in the midst of renovating the house and property they refer to as the Wabi-Sabi Ranch, 35 acres that include marsh, a dock on a tidal creek, meadows, and woodlands. Every day brings new discoveries.

9 thoughts on “One more meander through Montrepose

  1. Despite the thunderstorms, we’ve seen beautiful moons the past two nights – very golden ones – maybe it’s the remaining Saharan dust cloud sand coloring sunsets and moon? So hot we walk the dog at sunset and again late at night before bed. Summer makes you flexible.
    Love the “diamonds” washing ashore in the first picture

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