Monthly Archives: August 2012
Don't know why this photo looks so funky. That is a feather on top of the painting and it all looks a lot better in person. This artist's retreat in the woods at the end of Hopyard Road is unknown to most people I tell mention it to, but not to the art world. There are composers, writers and artists in all mediums from all over the world who come in groupls of 10 for one month throughout most of the year.An e
Resisted the urge to have a drink at lunch, but the three ladies decided to stop for a marguerita and some spicy Mesican food on the way home. This is a little slice of Mexico. Tiny, loud and fun. Sat at the bar and talked to the owner/bar tender and got a lesson in picking tequilas. They havde about 60 different bottles lining the walls, along with Mexican tiles and other native decorations. I love this place!
Forgot to revisit the restroom at the Tea Room before leaving, so had to resort to the public toilet above the carosel at the end of the street. I have been in worse. Nice to know they have toilets and showers and changing rooms which are free for the public to use since the Ocean House is not likely to let you in without paying the $850/night for a room. It is stunning in its new incarnation I must say.
In case you didn't know how old this Tea Room was, they have documentation of past staff to inform yhou. Like all "camp photos" from your childhood. I wonder if working here is as much fun as diving into the freezing waters of Maine as my counsellors huddled on the dock in their sweat pants and shirts? Like the pink door! Food was okay, but not as good as past years.
Been a while since I had dinner in Middletown and this place has opened since I was last there. Pretty Zen look in the restroom. Some interesting wall hangings including a coconut "hair" rain hat and coat from the 1940's. The food was pleasantly authentic and the two other tables of diners were friendly and happy to share their opinions on the choices they had made.
You might get a royal flush playing poker or on the QM2, but I felt lucky to get any flush on the ferry. Whenever I spend any time on Block Island, I am reminded of what a gem it is and how lucky I am to have it such a short way away. Even being there for only 4 hours- as I was to be part of a surprise 70th birthday celebration- felt like a holiday.
I was going to take a picture of the quaint vine wreath studded with seashells as it seemed indicative of the setting, but could not resist shooting this poster instead. How far from seashells can you get?
I can't even tell if this photo is right side up or not. Certainly was dim in the port-a-potty, but the food at this Farm Dinner, prepared by Jonathan Rapp and co-chef Thomas Peterlick, was as luminious as ever. This is the 6th year for Dinners at the Farm and every one I have been to has been an amazing combination of that days local produce with on the spot inspiration. No perconceived recipies in sight. Plus they have donated $79,000 to local non-profits from the proceeds. So don't let the hefty price tag deter you, make the investment in your palatte and the local food movement.
This is one of my favorite small museums. I know nothing about the city or really why this gem is located there next to a glorious Frederick Law Olmstead park. I have seen many well curated shows here and enjoyed selections from their own collection. The shop has a small but interesting inventory and the cafe is yummy. Who can resist smiling while walking through a glass passage lined with a Mundy Hepburn gaseous glass installation. I am delighted that they have purchased an encaustic by my good friend Judy Cotton which is installed next to a Muybridge series of horse photos- the artist who partially inspired her series of dogs titled "The Fates"?
I loved this combination high on the wall of the restroom of this quaint cafe. Can you imagine entering a 3 holer? Talk about a lack of privacy. Everything about this cafe was charming from the local antique farm equipments and signs used as decor to the heavy, slightly rusted urns used to hold sweetners to the old metal-caged string of lights on the deck to the fact that the owner gave us an avacado to take home for the soup we were preparing for dinner. Well, my friends do go there every weekend for a meal, but still...