April 16, 2009
What a life:
I love birds. Their lives seem so carefree. Soaring on the breeze or just hanging out enjoying the scenery.
[Photo © Pamela Leavey 2009]words and pictures....
April 16, 2009
What a life:
I love birds. Their lives seem so carefree. Soaring on the breeze or just hanging out enjoying the scenery.
[Photo © Pamela Leavey 2009]March 27, 2009
There’s a natural flow of tides that causes erosion on all beaches. Add to that storms and other natural effects and the landscape of a beach is constantly changing. I can remember as a child camping on Sandy Point on Plum Island (Newburyport, MA) and claiming a rock as my own. Much to my chagrin my rock was no where to be founf the following summer when my family set up camp on the Point for the summer.
While I was down in Newburyport last weekend I drove down to Plum Island because I had heard there had been problems there with homes built on the water front being at risk. The photo below is of the jetty at the Center Beach on Plum Island:
North Shore Magazine has an article about the situation on Plum Island: Last Days of Plum Island?
The romance and tranquility of Plum Island has lured homeowners to its long stretch of open shores for decades. But could the natural forces that spawned an entire community now threaten its very existence?
I’ve always been an ocean person, which is part of the reason I moved from Los Angeles, after nearly years there, back to the East Coast, to Eastport, Maine. (more…)
February 10, 2009
When darkness falls
And the night is still,
I think of the lonely Whippoorwill
Who calls his name out
To the night
Like longing plea to end his plight.
Yet, who’s to say his cry be right
For he alone does know his cry,
What voice he speak
I only can try,
To listen deeply in the still
To know what be the Mighty will.
And yet I long to hear
His mournful plea,
To answer yet the plea
Of mine own heart
When darkness falls
And the night is still
I think of the lonely Whippoorwill.
September 28, 2008
Over the past few weeks I have noted in a few posts that I am preparing to move across country. I’ve kept meaning to write more about the move and let readers know what’s up but have been so busy with all the preparations, that I haven’t had time to blog about much of anything some days (once I am re-settled in my new home Down East, I’ll be writing more).
So here’s the scoop, readers…
After 19 long years of living in Los Angeles (San Fernando Valley), I am moving back to the East Coast. I am originally from a small city on the coast of Massachusetts — Newburyport. I am heading further North in my move however, and will be living in Eastport, Maine:
Eastport, Maine is a beautiful small coastal community on the border of Canada. It’s a fishing port and artist community that is surrounded (as you can see from the map above) on three sides by water. I’ve missed living near the ocean, so I am thrilled to be moving back to my roots in New England, and particularly to move to Maine which has been a dream for many years.
I will be setting out from Los Angeles three weeks from today (October 19) with my daughter (and our cat, Zeus) and a friend to embark on a great adventure, driving cross country (from the South West corner to the North East corner) to our new home in Eastport, Maine. Thankfully, my business is a wholesale internet based business that I can run from just about anywhere. (more…)
July 16, 2008
A hawk flew into my nest today
And fed me seeds of enlightenment
I wondered why the hawks
Had moved so close to my nest
And every day I could hear their calls
Now I know