Friday, February 29, 2008

Winter Tree 3


Winter Tree 3, originally uploaded by Larry the Novice.

Favorite selections from the The Winter That Wouldn't Die collection.
Best viewed large.
This was a strangely creepy scene this night to be surrounded alone by snow laden trees in the middle of the night. Silent, beautiful, yet dangerous. If you stopped to listen, you could hear cracking sounds in the woods of large tree branches snapping under the weight of the fresh snow.


Concord, NH is approaching the current record season snowfall of 102". As a skier, this has been the best ski season with all the snowfall we have had. You almost don't mind shoveling the drive when you know you can go out and have so much fun on the slopes.

There is another storm rolling in tonight possibly adding up to another foot of snow which will definitely break the existing record. I say, BRING IT ON!

Thursday, February 28, 2008

trees in the river bottoms


trees in the river bottoms, originally uploaded by NH woodchuck.

More trees in fog? A-yuh...


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

icy, crampons were needed that day


Monday, February 25, 2008

Grace Rocking out


Grace Rocking out, originally uploaded by theothermattm.

Grace Potter & The Nocturnals at the Music Hall, Portsmouth, NH.


Sunday, February 24, 2008

Sun Set Over Lake Winnipesaukee


Sun Set Over Lake Winnipesaukee, originally uploaded by Nextel.


Saturday, February 23, 2008

Isaac and Jody


Isaac and Jody, originally uploaded by sskennel.


Friday, February 22, 2008

A Snowman's View


A Snowman's View, originally uploaded by AndrewCline.


Thursday, February 21, 2008

Like a Big Pizza Pie


Like a Big Pizza Pie, originally uploaded by Dave Delay.

The moon just before total eclipse on February 20, 2008.


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

A Dog's Life


2008-02-mpsleddemo-05, originally uploaded by sponng.

www.messerpond.org/FebFun/FebFun2008.htm

Brinbella Kennel Team, with RUSTY! Hurricaine Katrina rescue turned sled dog.


Monday, February 18, 2008

Harvest Moon Rising


Harvest Moon rising, originally uploaded by cheezfud.

October 2007 - Odiorne Point, NH - Julie Powers Hampton, NH


All this snow then rain followed by snow and more rain is starting to get to me. If it is winter, then it should be winter. Give me snow. But if not winter, can we just be done with it and get on to other fun activities, like sailing? And walking along Odiorne Point State Park shores?

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Scrap


Scrap, originally uploaded by r k b.

Scrapped plane on the north ramp of Boire Field, Nashua.

HDR, 3 exposures


Wednesday, February 13, 2008

Lost, but Not Forgotten


_P0188, originally uploaded by mattlynn.


The Old Man of the Mountain may have fallen, but New Hampshire will never forget the Old Man who's face once adorned this precipice. Much of NH's identity is tied up in the symbol that was once here.

It has been almost five years since the Old Man fell to dust, yet the Granite State has yet to replace this granite symbol with something else that can be readily identified and unified under. Perhaps the one thing that still ties NHites together is the state motto of "Live Free or Die", but still there is the void left in our hearts for the man who stood above us all.

Live free or die: Death is not the worst of evils.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

not too happy with her snow angel


Soon enough she'll be tromping around in the snow, sledding, skiing, and maybe even plunking unsuspecting adults with a snowball!

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Abandoned Barn


Abandoned Barn, originally uploaded by americanadian_8.

I love this barn...

Best viewed large.


Postcard from NH to you our readers.

Thank you for checking in with us and spending some time in NH.

Wednesday, February 06, 2008

New England Morning


New England Morning, originally uploaded by PGornell.

The Dexter House, at sunrise.

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Timothy_Dexter_(businessman)


"Lord" Timothy Dexter (January 22, 1748 - October 26, 1806), as he was sometimes termed by admiring contemporaries, was an American eccentric businessman who was peculiarly lucky and never bothered to learn to spell.

Timothy Dexter was born in Malden, Massachusetts. He had no schooling to speak of and was working as a farm laborer at the age of 8. When he was 16, he became an apprentice to a leather-dresser.

In 1769 he moved to Newburyport, Massachusetts and began his trade. He was successful enough to attract a wife, a rich widow Elizabeth Frothingham, and buy a big house. He was considered a lackwit by his social contemporaries, and they gave him bad business advice in order to discredit him and make him lose his fortune.
At the end of the American War of Independence he bought large amounts of European currencies that were worthless at the time. When trade connections resumed, he had amassed a fortune. He built two ships and began an export business to the West Indies and to Europe.

Because he was basically uneducated, his business sense was peculiar but extremely lucky. Somebody inspired him to send warming pans for sale to West Indies, a tropical area. His captain sold them as ladles for local molasses industry and made a good profit. Next Dexter sent wool mittens to the same place. Asian merchants bought them for export to Siberia.

His next venture was selling coal to Newcastle, which should have been a sure failure. His ships happened to arrive in the time of a coalminer's strike and potential customers were actually desperate.

He exported bibles to East Indies and stray cats to Caribbean islands and again made a profit. He also hoarded whalebone by mistake, but ended up selling them profitably as a support material for corsets.

Members of the New England high society could hardly contain their dislike for this ignorant but newly-rich upstart, and refused to socialize with him. Dexter decided to buy a huge house in Newburyport from Nathaniel Tracy, a local socialite, and tried to emulate them, but did not attract any sympathy. His relationships with his "nagging" wife, daughter, and son were not particularly good, either. This became evident when he started telling visitors that his wife had died, despite the fact that she was still very much alive, and that the "drunken nagging woman" who frequented the building was simply her ghost.

"Lord" Timothy Dexter House, Newburyport, Massachusetts
Dexter bought a huge estate in Chester, New Hampshire. He also bought a new house in Newburyport and decorated it with minarets, a golden eagle on the top of the cupola, a mausoleum for himself and a garden of 40 wooden statues of famous men, including George Washington, William Pitt, Napoleon Bonaparte, Thomas Jefferson and of course, himself. It had an inscription I am the first in the East, the first in the West, and the greatest philosopher in the Western World. People flocked to gawk at this collection.

Dexter also had his own way with household staff. He had a black and protective housekeeper called Lucy, whom he claimed to be a daughter of an African prince. Other servants included a large idiot, a fortune teller and his "poet laureate" Jonathan Plummer.

At the age of 50 he decided to write a book about himself - A Pickle for the Knowing Ones or Plain Truth in a Homespun Dress. He wrote about himself and complained about politicians, clergy and his wife. The book contained 8,847 words and 33,864 letters, but absolutely no punctuation, and capital letters were sprinkled about at random. At first he handed his book out for free, but it rapidly became popular and ran into eight editions in total. When people complained that it was hard to read, for the second edition he added an extra page - of punctuation marks - asking readers to "peper and solt it as thay please".

One day he began to wonder what people would say about him after he died. He proceeded to announce his death and to prepare for a burial. About 3,000 people appeared for the wake. However, Dexter's wife refused to cry for his passing and so he decided not to appear to his guests at all. Timothy Dexter died for real in 1806.
Dexter's house became a hotel, then a library. Storms ruined most of his statues, and the rest were sold or incinerated, the statue of William Pitt being the only identified survivor. His "littel book" remains his primary legacy to this day.

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Melting Ice


Melting Ice, originally uploaded by sheridesabeemer.

Spring Can't be far behind


Miller State Park


And now we enter the great winter tease of snow, rain, ice, thaws, and more snow.

Once again, springtime, we're ready!

Monday, February 04, 2008

30 seconds [on Otter Pond]


30 seconds [on Otter Pond], originally uploaded by Ben McLeod.

I've been meaning to take this picture for sometime now.


Seems that this week's theme is colour. Brilliant colour!

Sunday, February 03, 2008

A storm is coming


A storm is coming, originally uploaded by Alternatewords.

“Oh great, a 'I am all alone on the open field and a storm is coming' dream sequence. I am pretty sure I know what's coming next. I better hurry and find her before it, or they, find her.

Wait a minute. There is something in the clouds. I don't believe this. Dammit, what is HE doing here? This case doesn't fit his profile, unless... I gotta find her – fast. I am not adequately equipped to deal with him.”

Trent Carlisle, Dream Detective (© 2008 Thorsten Becker, that'll be me)

Alternate:Words


Friday, February 01, 2008

Winter Magic


Winter Magic, originally uploaded by The Nature Nook.


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