November 6th, 2006

the gorgeous bicycle i rode once, the antique shoe-leather having done unmentionable things to unmentionable parts! That is the hand-painted lunch basket arrives on my doorstep each day…
a few shots of the tour of the grounds I had yesterday. It was three hours, just like Gilligan’s, and full of good stories, history of this place that reaches back the 1800s.
a fire pond where an otter was once found:

a stone ampitheater that easily could inspire an oratory…

This cabin was the first studio, built by Marian MacDowell in 1899 for her husband Edward. It was to be a surprise and he came upon it and thought some stranger was building on his land. The pictures are a little odd, the cabin was so dark i couldnt see anything, but it was magical. I wish you could smell it.



