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Only after taking the photo did I realize that Lou Ann made an almost identical picture about a year ago that she posted on her blog.
Our latest Ocracoke Newsletter is the story of windmills on Ocracoke. You can read it here: http://www.villagecraftsmen.com/news012113.htm.
The window is nice but thre is NO view...you could use a little yard work done
ReplyDeleteI like the "wild" view. If I cleared out any more I'd be able to see the back of Spencer's Market...and maybe even be able to make eye contact with folks there! No thanks.
DeleteOnce again we are reminded of the closing lines of "The Snow Man," by Wallace Stevens:
ReplyDeleteFor the listener, who listens in the snow,
And, nothing himself, beholds
Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.
Gorgeous view, Philip. Thank you for sharing.
Even as I look out at scant snowflakes swirling down to top off our latest three- to four-inch layer of snowfall here in Southwestern PA, I'm reminded of multiple instances in the past, sparked by many trips to Ocracoke, when I've considered constructing my own outdoor shower.
ReplyDeleteFrom your experience, Philip, what might you estimate as your own annual percentage breakdown of indoor/outdoor shower usage at your home?
If the forecast is for below freezing temperatures I turn off and drain the water at the outdoor shower. So, the only times I don't use my outdoor shower are when it's below freezing...although I have sneaked in one last shower just as snow was beginning to fall (a marvelous experience, by the way). In most years I use my outdoor shower about 98% of the time.
DeleteI guess great minds think alike!
ReplyDeleteSo, I really like your photo, but mine is a little richer in color, just saying. But your shower is the best in the world.
ReplyDeleteI definitely noticed that your photo is "richer" in color. It might have been the camera, but more likely it was the photographer. I'm glad you like the shower!
Deletethe image is enchanting. It appears 3D as I tilt my laptop to see the saturated colors in their glory. It almost appears surreal to me. Outstanding in the cast shadows.
ReplyDeletePhillip, I cerainly understand the view from your window; similar to standing on the shore at twilight and experiencing nature to the fullest.
ReplyDeleteThirty years ago I spent an afternoon sitting under a large cedar tree in the woods during a snowstorm and truly heard the sound of silence.
12 years ago I stood on the cliff at Mt. Leconte after everyone else left because there was no glorious sunset that evening. The rising, falling, swirling clouds may have been the most magnificent thing I have ever seen.
Bill Walker
It is a beautiful, serene view. Indeed, who would want to look at the back of Spencers or any place else for that matter? It is perfect. We often talk of an outside shower at our house...figuring the water/pipe situation has kept the project at bay. However, enjoy yours! It is stunning.
ReplyDeleteIt is almost like being at the Hostel in the Forest...now that is another story!
ReplyDeleteTell it all, sister, tell it all...well, maybe not!
DeleteUm, maybe not!
DeleteMaybe we can hear that story after 3 gin and tonics! P.S. Who did the stained glass work?
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure who you are, but if you are a personal friend one gin & tonic will be enough.
DeleteThe stained glass window came from the "old" chapel at Lutheran Theological Seminary, Gettysburg, PA. By "old" I mean the chapel that was replaced by the current chapel.
Love the view-so much fun to shower outdoors on the island and like another responder, come home with big plans for one here. Maybe this spring....SueM
ReplyDeleteSueM: Sounds like the perfect bucket-list item for us off-island residents-at-heart, even if I would only be able to use one occasionally and for about, oh...five months out of the year. I've often wished for one, especially after working outside around the house on hot days. Perhaps this year will be the year. -- Anon 834am and 915am
ReplyDeleteBill Walker: Speaking of solitude, your comment about dozing in a snowstorm reminded me of a predawn moment hunting deer probably 15 years ago in a small hemlock forest at the edge of a farm field as a windless squall marked by fat snowflakes moved in quiet and turned the brown woods to a snow globe wonderland--a rare sight that few ever behold.
This evening, as many fuss over "the big game," I note Super Bowl Sunday as an uncommon evening when local roads, parks, and shops are quiet and wide open for quiet exploration.
As suggested by the view out Philip's shower window, it seems that solitude--more or less-is one of the many charms about Ocracoke that seems a strong draw for so many of us.
Just one more comment, don't tell the story without me there!!
ReplyDeletei just found this site but i must say you guys are sad and grasping at straws
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