Monday, June 18, 2012











a 1950s style resort. wooded grounds dotted with cabins and screened in porches. open porches with wide floors lined with rocking chairs. groups of adirondack chairs. barkcloth curtains. a coffee bar. an echo-y and hushed dining room. screen doors that slam. like visiting a past. my childhood and before. a beautiful day, just minutes from home, but another lifetime. and sharing it with my parents for fathers day.

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  1. what a beautiful place, thanks for sharing these wonderful photos, you take excellent photos!

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    1. thank you, laurie....i was joking yesterday that it was impossible to take a bad photo.....it was all so gorgeous.

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  2. Oh! I love it! I want to hear the screen door and the echo-y hushed dining room. I want to rock in the rockers and sit in the adirondack chairs. Beautiful!

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    1. i was thinking of you, lisa. we used to talk about going for a week and renting cabins and writing all day and then reading each others work in the evening......this is the spot i'd want to do that.

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  3. Fabulous--just my kind of place. Maybe one day I will stay there and visit your charming town and studio!

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    1. oh jen, that would be fabulous!!
      tom stumbled on a resort like this in new york somewhere that he has been saying he wanted to take me. wouldn't it be funny if it was near you!

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    2. this is their website..... http://www.theopiniconresorthotel.com/index.html

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  4. I can relate to the 50's as I was born in 1951. My childhood was steeped in the memories of a less hectic time when things were so different. When you could play outside in the evenings and catch lightening bugs, walk to a neighbors house (now parents worry about something happening to their children), drink Kool-aid, eat watermelon and lick a hand cranked ice cream cone. Those were the days! :)

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    1. yes, kris....that is how i try to live. even though i'm 50 years too late. but the neighbor kids do run into my house, knowing there is always an invitation. and play on the tire swing and chase lightning bugs. i'm trying to cling to it. and this little resort epitomized it all.

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