After a week and half in a small Vermont town nestled in the Green Mountains, my black lab, Sadie, and I, can always communicate one thing to each other, lets stay up here forever! We’ve been going up since I was 3 or 4 to my grandparents house, and relishing every moment of each day since then. I can always sense why Sadie has such a strong love for the area. Open fields and every smell imaginable are at her disposal, as well blueberries in the fall, beneath the blueberry bush. Although she is 11 now, she acts as if she where 5 when we’re there. Sadie takes long walks (and runs) during the day, then rests by my grandfathers feet in perfect contentedness, as an inky night swallows the day. She is most happiest when her graying paws are prowling through the long grass, as she stalks her newest smell. Not only does Sadie hold Vermont so dearly in her heart, but I also, find I am in total nirvana when I’m up there. Something about the mountains makes me feel as if possibilities are infinite and the world is opening up in a set of pastel marionettes, dangling from the sky. Also, the people I have grown to know smile as if life is just unraveling itself to be beautiful in the moment. What stands out is the character that the region embodies, and the love and beauty that the character represents. Here are a collection of photos from my previous visit, that I hope can symbolize how much this gorgeous place, it’s quirks and it’s people truly means to me (and Sadie)!
(this dog isn’t Sadie)
( Ms. Sadie with my 35 mm)
( farm fresh cherries, resting dangerously on my legs…the quart was a bit less heavy by the end of the car ride)