Winter Storm

This is what Atlanta woke up to this morning.

 

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Steve Barrett

My I am Decatur project now has a dedicated website and Facebook page which is why I haven’t been posting the portraits on this blog. Yet, I felt compelled to post Steve Barrett’s portrait and share his moving story because he has an important message to share. December is often the month when we  become consumed with the demands of the holiday season. This is precisely a time when we should slow down to relish the beauty in each day.

In 1965, when Steve  was 18-years-old, he joined the army and volunteered to go to Vietnam. While Steve’s friends back home were going to drive-in movies and out on dates, he was fighting for his life and those of his buddies. “It taught me, don’t sweat the small stuff because there may not be a tomorrow. I had many buddies die and it taught me at age 19 that your life may not exist a moment from now.” Read more: http://www.iamdecatur.com/steve-barrett/

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Moody's Diner

After vacationing in Southwest Harbor, Maine, we traveled south along the coast to Waloboro before heading to Boston, our final destination. We had heard about Moody’s Diner  from various sources and were assured that it was worth the trip to Waloboro just to taste the blueberry pie. Moody’s Diner has been serving up “home-cooked “meals since 1927. It is still operated by the children, grandchildren, and great-grand children of the original owners, Percy and Bertha. And, the blueberry pie was amazing.

Maine Trip-1

The best places to eat fresh seafood in Maine are at these lobster shacks which are located right on the water. Most restaurants have their own boats which supply these shacks with live lobsters every day. The family in the picture above were obviously pros and well equipped to tackle lobster for lunch. They brought a picnic basket with a table cloth, plates, cups, cutlery and even a side  of homemade potato salad.

Maine Trip-2

As I mentioned in my last post, our stay at the Birches B&B in Maine was wonderful. Besides enjoying the fabulous breakfasts, the interior of the home was of interest. It showcased art created by family as well as locals. Susie Homer, the owner of the B&B, is a descendant of Winslow Homer, the famous 19th century landscape painter. She had his famous Breezing Up painting hanging above the fireplace but it was not an original. Susie did possess many of Wendell Gilley’s hand carved birds which graced many surfaces in the home. Wendell lived on Mount Desert Island, Maine and started out by carving two-inch birds for Abercrombie and Fitch. Susie’s grandmother was a friend of Wendell’s. Apparently, Wendell’s early attempts at carving birds were crude. In the attempt to help him, Susie’s grandmother and her friends would collect dead birds, wrap them in their handkerchieves, and carry them in their purses to Wendell. After careful inspection of these birds, Wendell’s carvings slowly became more refined and life-like. He ultimately  became  famous, and today hundreds of his beautiful bird carvings can be seen at the Wendell Gilley Museum in Southwest Harbor.

Maine Trip-3

My husband and I spent 5 glorious nights at The Birches Bed and Breakfast in Southwest Harbor, Maine this past summer. The house was nestled into the woods and surrounded by a beautiful garden. The highlight of our visit was our host, Susie Homer. Susie created itineraries for us each day based upon our interests. Her breakfast’s were extraordinary multi-course affairs that included Eggs Benedict, blueberry pancakes, and cod cakes. At a young age, Susie learned to appreciate good food from hanging out with her grandmother and one of her grandmother’s very dear friends. Susie has fond memories of watching Julia Childs cook in her summer home in Maine. The last morning of our visit, I snuck out of bed before sunrise to photograph. As I started to walk towards the dock I spotted a lone deer standing between two pine trees at the water’s edge. Not wanting to disturb the deer I stood still and watched. As the deer raised its head to look at me I lifted my camera and took the picture above.