beating the heat – Katerina finds a shady spot
Church of St Peter and St Clare, Fenny Compton, Wiltshire, England. This church dates back to 1320.
The church of my 9th Great Grandfather, Luke Hitchcock. Luke was born in Fenny Compton in 1614. He emigrated to America and ended his days in 1659 in Wethersfield Connecticut. Part of the Great Migration.
Beauty In Weathered Gravestones July 29, 2017
Gravestone for Zechariah Walker, South Cemetery, Woodbury, Lichfield County, Connecticut
Zechariah Walker was my 8th Great Grandfather. He was born in Boston in 1637, died in 1699, in Woodbury Connecticut at age 63.
His parents were born in England and married in Boston in 1635. His mother came to America in 1630. She lived first in Salem. I haven’t been able to determine when his father immigrated to America.
I like the way this gravestone has weathered – beautiful.
Seattle Now & Then: ‘The City is More Than Human’ July 27, 2017
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NOW: Holding his book “The City Is More Than Human,” historian Frederick L. Brown, poses for Jean Sherrard in the traffic on 8th Avenue NW. Brown only seems to be in danger. The cars behind him have been stopped by the traffic light at NW 58th Street.
Here stands historian Fred Brown holding his new book and farmer Jess Jensen holding the roped reins attached to his four cows. The two-legged animals pose near one another and the intersection of NW 58th Street and 8th Avenue NW, although across about a century of time. Before Ballard’s 1907 annexation into Seattle, 58th was named Times Street (not knowing other or better, I propose that it was…
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My Cat Is Queen July 26, 2017
Determination – Queen Katerina is on a mission in the early morning sun
Saltee Islands – All Things Beautiful July 25, 2017
As I said in my previous post, to get to the Gannet place we have to first cross the Black-backed gull land. Great Black-backed gull is the largest of the gulls, and is described as a “merciless tyrant”. They can be fierce and aggressive at their nests, but I have no intention to bother them, and I know there are no chicks that early in the year. The gulls are perched on the rocks and become agitated as I get closer. Apparently they don’t understand the message I am sending them with my body language. One of them is trying to attack me. I keep walking and pretend I don’t hear, so he finally leaves me alone and returns to his rock. I turn around and take a picture 🙂 Then I hurry away.
Just before the Cat Cliff comes into sight, I see another Black-backed gull with a…
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