From the train

The train ride from Montreal to Quebec was four hours through leafless forests, icy rivers, and farms with fields of brown stubble poking through the snow.

Most of the pictures I took came out blurry from the train motion and the foggy windows, but I like the retro feel, as though they were taken with a Kodak Instamatic back in the Sixties and have been yellowing in a family photo album ever since.

Another red building

I don't know what this building was -- the state of the fence makes it look abandoned. It was down a steep path to one side of the lighthouse.

Really, I'm still in Newfoundland

There's been very little time for posting or going through pictures, but here's a lovely pastoral scene from Trinity Bay yesterday. We had dinner there, then saw a musical from the Rising Tide Theatre company, then stayed for fireworks celebrating Trinity's annual festival.

So it was after ten when we left to drive back to Port Union. I was half-dozing, looking out the bus window at the dark featureless highway, enjoying the way my mind was wandering to surprising places, when suddenly the bus swerved and braked and there were screams from the front. A moose had suddenly appeared in front of the bus, but our unflappable driver Daphne managed to avoid hitting it. I was definitely wide awake after that.

More Easter Sunday pictures

Easter pastoral

It turned out that I could eat again after all. Yesterday we had a late brunch in Fairfax, then spent the afternoon driving through the countryside of Northern Virginia.

How ridiculously beautiful is this? It was just a perfect day -- we sang Take Me Home, Country Roads in the car, stopping for the occasional photo, wandered through village streets ducking in and out of little shops, and had tea in Georgetown instead of dinner.

Urban poetry

This is New York: angles and squiggles and a deep blue summer sky and a peek of Cyclone fence to keep the unworthy away.