Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year - "Vermont Reflections" in Kodachrome

Happy New Year!

A true favorite of mine "Vermont Reflections"

As 2010 says good bye to Kodachorme film;

I am again glad I was "in the right place at the right time!"

Enjoy "Vermont Reflections"  & Happy New Year!


Jennifer R. Bernard
Photography by Jennifer


Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Goals are Dreams with Deadlines

"Goals are dreams with deadlines."

Diana Scharf Hunt

New England Pathway

Jennifer R. Bernard

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

The Orchard House: Little Women 1868

Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents, grumbled Jo, lying on the rug.It's so dreadful to be poor! sighed Meg, looking down at her old dress.

I don't think it's fair for some girls to have plenty of pretty things, and other girls nothing at all, added little Amy, with an injured sniff.  We've got Father and Mother, and each other, said Beth contentedly from her corner.

The four young faces on which the firelight shone brightened at the cheerful words, but darkened again as Jo said sadly, We haven't got Father, and shall not have him for a long time. She didn't say perhaps never, but each silently added it, thinking of Father far away, where the fighting was.

Louisa May Alcott

"Little Women" (1868)

Photograph:  The Orchard House in "Little Women" Concord, Ma.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Monday, December 20, 2010

The Garden of the Mind's Eye

"From December to March, there are for many of us three gardens - 
the garden outdoors, 
the garden of pots and bowls in the house, 
and the garden of the mind's eye."

-   Katherine S. White

Sunday, December 19, 2010

All Star

And He Grew

and grew strong as a boy

must grow who does not  know

that he is learning any lessons, and

who has nothing in the world to

think except things to eat

Rudyard Kipling

"The Jungle Book" (1894)

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Pauper's Cemetery

Emily Dickinson's - I'm Nobody!  Who are you?

I'm Nobody!  Who are you?
Are you -- Nobody -- Too?
Then there's a pair of us!
Don't tell!  they'd advertise -- you know!

How dreary -- to be -- Somebody!
How public -- like a Frog --
To tell one's name -- the livelong June --
To an admiring Bog!


"It's Not About Death.  It's About Living"  Corin White "the Gravestomper"

Friday, December 17, 2010

Front Door Light

"Front Door Light"  

Friday is here, have a wonderful weekend, enjoy.


Jennifer R. Bernard
Photography by Jennifer

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

"How beautiful is youth! How bright if gleams ..." Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

"How beautiful is youth!
How bright it gleams with its illusions, aspirations, dreams!
Book of Beginnings,
Story without End,
Each maid a heroine, and each man a friend!"

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


"I live in solitude in the country and noticed how the monotony of a quiet life stimulates the creative mind."

Albert Einstein

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

The Lockless Door: Robert Frost

It went many years,
But at last came a knock,
And I though of the door
With no lock to lock.

I blew out the light,
I tip-toed the floor,
And raised both hands
In prayer to the door.

But the knock came again.
My window was wide;
I climbed on the sill
And descended outside.

Back over the sill
I bade a 'Come in'
To whatever the knock
At the door may have been.

So at a knock
I emptied my cage
To hide in the world
And alter with age.

The Lockless Door by Robert Frost

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Friday, December 3, 2010

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Monday, November 29, 2010

Louisa May Alcott: November 29, 1832

Happy Birthday Louisa May Alcott

Author of "Little Women" (1868)

November 29, 1832

"Little Women Series"  

Jennifer R. Bernard

Photography by Jennifer

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Louisa May Alcott's Apple Slump

Louisa May Alcott's Apple Slump

6 cups apples, pared, cored, and sliced
1 cup granulated sugar
1 teaspoon cinnamon
1/2 cup water
1 1/2 cups sifted all-purpose flour
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 teaspoons baking powder
About 1/2 cup milk

Combine apple slices, sugar, cinnamon and water in a saucepan with a tight-fitting lid. Heat to the boiling point.

Sift together flour, salt and baking powder. Stir in enough milk to make a soft dough. Drop dough from a tablespoon onto apple mixture. Cover tightly and cook over low heat for 30 minutes.

Serve warm with New England Nutmeg Sauce or rich cream. This dessert can also be made with fresh or frozen berries. Serves 6.

New England Nutmeg Sauce:
1 cup granulated sugar
1 tablespoon flour
1 cup boiling water
1 tablespoon butter

Mix together sugar and flour. Stir in boiling water and cook, stirring constantly, until sauce bubbles and thickens slightly. Add 1 tablespoon butter and simmer gently for 5 minutes. Remove from heat and stir in nutmeg. Serve hot.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Red Barn Garden

"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the
landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn't show." 

    Andrew Wyeth

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

"Keep your fears to yourself but share your courage with others." Robert Louis Stevenson

"Keep your fears to yourself but share your courage with others." 

Robert Louis Stevenson

Front Door at the home of Rebecca Nurse of Old Salem Village

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." Betty Smith

"Look at everything as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time." Betty Smith

"Little Women" series created by photographer Jennifer R. Bernard

Re Enactment portrait of:  Elizabeth Sewall Alcott  "Beth" from "Little Women" (1868)

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Louisa May Alcott Home of "Little Women" (1868)

The Orchard House

Concord, Massachusetts

Home of Louisa May Alcott and the Alcott family from 1858 to 1877.

"Little Women" (1868) written in Louisa May Alcott's upstairs bedroom in this home.

Jennifer R. Bernard
Photography by Jennifer

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

When a Door Closes Another Door Opens

When one door closes another door opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door, that we do not see the ones which open for us.

Alexander Graham Bell(1847 - 1922)

Monday, November 8, 2010

Thursday, November 4, 2010

Robert Frost - Stone House Vermont

Robert Frost's Stone House:  Shaftsbury, Vermont  (1920-1929)

A famous poem written while residing at the Stone House  in 1922.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep. 

Robert Frost (1922)

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Monday, November 1, 2010

My November Guest: Robert Frost "A Boys Will" (1915)

My November Guest

My Sorrow, when she's here with me,
Thinks these dark days of autumn rain
Are beautiful as days can be;
She loves the bare, the withered tree;
She walked the sodden pasture lane.

Her pleasure will not let me stay.
She talks and I am fain to list:
She's glad the birds are gone away,
She's glad her simple worsted gray
Is silver now with clinging mist.

The desolate, deserted trees,
The faded earth, the heavy sky,
The beauties she so truly sees,
She thinks I have no eye for these,
And vexes me for reason why.

Not yesterday I learned to know
The love of bare November days
Before the coming of the snow,
But it were vain to tell her so,
And they are better for her praise.

Robert Frost

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Halloween: Scary Mirror Stories!

Halloween offers a number of scary mirror stories.

Just "do not say it!"  

For each of the scary movies has the "name to speak" over and over again!

Safe and Happy Halloween this 2010.

This mirror Abraham Lincoln's sons mirror Robert Todd Lincoln at Hildene House.
Manchester, Vermont.

Pumpkin Field

“But I remember more dearly autumn afternoons in bottoms that lay intensely silent under old great trees”
C. S. Lewis

Friday, October 29, 2010

Pan with Us

Pan with Us

Robert Frost

Pan came out of the woods one day,--
His skin and his hair and his eyes were gray,
The gray of the moss of walls were they,--
And stood in the sun and looked his fill
At wooded valley and wooded hill.

He stood in the zephyr, pipes in hand,
On a height of naked pasture land;
In all the country he did command
He saw no smoke and he saw no roof.
That was well! and he stamped a hoof.

His heart knew peace, for none came here
To this lean feeding save once a year
Someone to salt the half-wild steer,
Or homespun children with clicking pails
Who see so little they tell no tales.

He tossed his pipes, too hard to teach
A new-world song, far out of reach,
For sylvan sign that the blue jay's screech
And the whimper of hawks beside the sun
Were music enough for him, for one.

Times were changed from what they were:
Such pipes kept less of power to stir
The fruited bough of the juniper
And the fragile bluets clustered there
Than the merest aimless breath of air.

They were pipes of pagan mirth,
And the world had found new terms of worth.
He laid him down on the sun-burned earth
And raveled a flower and looked away--
Play? Play?--What should he play?