I was listening to Market Place on my way home this afternoon and the announcer made an interesting statement:
Since the beginning of the “recovery”, more people have found jobs working in collections agencies than have found jobs working for all the manufacturing companies combined.
I still have to check the exact wording; but that’s a pretty damning bit of information.
Last Friday I was reminded why we chose to live in Rhinebeck, NY, rather than continue living close to Manhattan. After ducking out of work an hour early, I walked into the Village and visited Crystal Lake. Along the western shore of the lake is a small waterfall which feeds a stream with a number of cascades. I sat down on the rocks beside the stream, took off my socks and shoes, and because it was a sweltering afternoon, put my feet in the cold running water.
Anna joined me there after she got home from work. We sat for a bit: talking about our days and plans for the weekend. Finally, we got up and walked into the Village to get a couple drinks (she’s partial to an Espresso Soda from Manhattan Special) before walking home again.
Certainly there are beautiful parks in Manhattan. And very likely there are streams in those parks where I might have wiggled a toe or two. But I doubt we could have been alone there. I doubt I would have heard the birds chirping in the trees or the snake as it slithered through the grass.
Slowly, I’m getting around to editing the photographs we took while on our Honeymoon in the Cotswolds. Of the 250 photographs we made during our 2 week exploration of the English countryside (and our afternoon in London), I only really expect to post between 20 and 30 photographs.
I’m not certain these photographs do the Cotswolds justice. It’s so hard to capture the feeling of a place when you only have a few moments to do it. But after spending two weeks exploring the towns within a 10 mile radius of Broadway, Worcestershire, we’ve both fallen completely in love.
As we sat outside a local Pub (the Crown and Trumpet) on our last night in Broadway, watching the setting sun and basking in the warm glow of the Cotswold stone, Anna summed up our experiences of the last two weeks with: “I don’t want to go home.”
Certainly, I was ready to see the kids again (especially Anna’s favourite: Augustus). But I wasn’t done exploring the Cotswolds. We barely scratched the surface of a half dozen villages in a small section of the North Cotswolds. How could I possibly be done?
These days all our photos are stored on Flickr. Pretty much just like everyone else. Our old photos are also still available.
