#duxbury

[fencehopping]

I can see my house.

Currently: Boston -> West Palm Beach

[guerrerense]

May por Nigel Por Flickr: With the news that ex Yates and Duxbury locomotive "May" is to move to the Buckinghamshire Railway my favourite photo I took of the loco in profile

[lauraraposa]

Our Saturday Special: Winter Grain Bowl! Farro, butternut squash, sweet potato, Brussels sprouts, Fuji apple, chicken (or not), toasted pecans, tahini-maple dressing. 📸+ 🥗by @butter_life #duxbury #projecttakeout #saturday (at The Foodsmith) https://www.instagram.com/p/CacmP8cu1NS/?utm_medium=tumblr

[poem-today]

A poem by Elizabeth Bishop

The End of March

For John Malcolm Brinnin and Bill Read: Duxbury

It was cold and windy, scarcely the day to take a walk on that long beach Everything was withdrawn as far as possible, indrawn: the tide far out, the ocean shrunken, seabirds in ones or twos. The rackety, icy, offshore wind numbed our faces on one side; disrupted the formation of a lone flight of Canada geese; and blew back the low, inaudible rollers in upright, steely mist.

The sky was darker than the water — it was the color of mutton-fat jade. Along the wet sand, in rubber boots, we followed a track of big dog-prints (so big they were more like lion-prints). Then we came on lengths and lengths, endless, of wet white string, looping up to the tide-line, down to the water, over and over. Finally, they did end: a thick white snarl, man-size, awash, rising on every wave, a sodden ghost, falling back, sodden, giving up the ghost… A kite string?–But no kite.

I wanted to get as far as my proto-dream-house, my crypto-dream-house, that crooked box set up on pilings, shingled green, a sort of artichoke of a house, but greener (boiled with bicarbonate of soda?), protected from spring tides by a palisade of–are they railroad ties? (Many things about this place are dubious.) I’d like to retire there and do nothing, or nothing much, forever, in two bare rooms: look through binoculars, read boring books, old, long, long books, and write down useless notes, talk to myself, and, foggy days, watch the droplets slipping, heavy with light. At night, a grog a l’américaine. I’d blaze it with a kitchen match and lovely diaphanous blue flame would waver, doubled in the window. There must be a stove; there is a chimney, askew, but braced with wires, and electricity, possibly –at least, at the back another wire limply leashes the whole affair to something off behind the dunes. A light to read by–perfect! But–impossible. And that day the wind was much too cold even to get that far, and of course the house was boarded up.

On the way back our faces froze on the other side. The sun came out for just a minute. For just a minute, set in their bezels of sand, the drab, damp, scattered stones were multi-colored, and all those high enough threw out long shadows, individual shadows, then pulled them in again. They could have been teasing the lion sun, except that now he was behind them –a sun who’d walked the beach the last low tide, making those big, majestic paw-prints, who perhaps had batted a kite out of the sky to play with.

Elizabeth Bishop

1911-1979

[rickinmar]

Molly Fobes lived in Raynham Massachusetts and had her portrait painted by Rufus Hathaway in 1790. She grew up surrounded by birds and plants as her father taught school and was an early collector of natural history. Rufus Hathaway only painted for about 10 years before becoming a doctor in Duxbury Massachusetts. This portrait was long in the famed Garbish Collection before being given to the MET.

[winterhill-aria]

King Caesar House, Duxbury MA

[anainblackandwhite]

Duxbury, 2019.

[shawnmoloney-blog]

Tonight was an amazing night on Duxbury Bay celebrating Bastille Day with my French friends from French Memories Bakery in Duxbury. They always know how to throw an amazing party with food, drink, and music that were amazing. Me and @yellowsoulmaria had such a fun time we will definitely be there for next year! #french #bastilleday #france #baguette #petitfours #salmon #lobster #oysters #oolala #weewee #duxbury #duxburyma #frenchmemories #party #cafe #paris #cafedeparis #🇫🇷 (at French Memories) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bz4eY6Ehj-z/?igshid=lly25svzun6z