So named Friendly because he’ll alight on your arm or head, attracted to the minerals in perspiration. This Red Admiral was found warming its wings in the early morning sun at Niles Pond. Butterflies wings do not work very well in cool, rainy temperatures. I hope the upcoming heat wave brings a batch of butterflies!
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A Group Of 5 Coyote Pups Made It Through The Tough Winter And Are Ready To Play On Eastern Point #GloucesterMA
You may remember Sherman “Pat” Morss incredible National Geographic Quality Coyote photos on Eastern Point February 16th 2015-
Well, there’s a new pack-
Our coyotes seem to have survived the winter. Here is the next generation playing around our house on Eastern Point, a little waterlogged on Fathers Day. We have 5 in all.
Best Regards, Pat
The “Rizla II” passes Mother Ann, with Boston Skyline in the Background.
Hugh Freighter in the background in above photo
Photos and video were submitted by Lyn Fonzo. The video was shot by her petsitter, Elizabeth MacDougle.
I wonder how the coyote died?
Grandfather, Father and Son 3 generations visit Gloucester from Washington D.C. Father and son came up to watch the Red Sox play the Washington Nationals.
FYI – They were all Red Sox fans. The young man also counted 537 Granit Blocks he walked on all the way out to the Beacon.
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The giant twelve-foot log tossed by the sea, up and over onto the Niles Pond side of the causeway, is seemingly supported by nothing but frozen snow. And Niles Pond is still thawing, with only a small cluster of mallards huddled together in the center of the ice. I hope the swans return soon!
Snowy morning scenes from the boulevard and Eastern Point Lighthouse.
Read more about the beautiful, and healthy beneficent properties of, Pussy Willows Here: Looking for Pussy Willows.
I took this with my iPhone so not great quality, but here are 4 coyotes walking through my backyard just now (Brace Cove behind).
Enjoy Good Morning Gloucester! Thanks.
Hi! Here they are again this morning. All four were on the rock, in the sun, but it took too long for my phone to power on, but I was able to catch the last one crossing the rock. I’m pretty sure I know where their den is now (and they really worry me because I have a dog). I see them every day!
TS Eliot’s Restless Ghost Finds Home in Seaside Idyll
The Guardian UK
February 14, 2015
By Robert McCrum
Last September, listeners to National Public Radio, the US equivalent of Radio 4, heard an elderly New England widow, Dana Hawkes, describe how, at home in Massachusetts, her late husband would sometimes say “he used to see TS Eliot’s ghost.”
TS Eliot at his house, 18 Edgemoor in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Photograph: © Estate of T.S. Eliot
There is something apt in this claim. The author of Four Quartets and Murder in the Cathedral, who was born in St Louis on 26 September 1888, but lived and died in London, has always projected a rather spectral persona.
From his haunting recitation of The Waste Land (“Unreal city …”) to his cadaverous alter ego, Old Possum, and his fascination with clairvoyants such asMadame Sosostris, Eliot has always been a sombre, other-worldly figure in the literary landscape.
In his afterlife, as an Anglo-American literary giant with a long shadow, the poet’s psychic exile has never been quite fully commuted. Despite a memorial stone in Poet’s Corner and the kind of instant recognition known to Shakespeare, Keats and Wordsworth, TS Eliot has no shrine to equal Stratford, Hampstead or Grasmere.
Even in his native America, Eliot has remained homeless. In New England, Concord celebrates Henry Thoreau. Emily Dickinson is remembered in Amherst, and Nathaniel Hawthorne in Salem.
In contrast, the founding father of Modernism and author of The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock, seems remote and unaffiliated. For all his British citizenship and membership of the Church of England, Eliot has become strangely rootless.
But now, 50 years after his death, and two years after the passing of Valerie, his beloved second wife, Eliot’s ghost is being appeased. The Observer has learned that, in a remarkable coup, the poet’s estate has just acquired the Eliot family’s summer house by the sea, in Gloucester, Massachusetts. READ FULL STORY HERE
18 Edgemoor, Eastern Point ~ Photograph: © Estate of T.S. Eliot
Not only has the estate bought the house (for $1.3m), it plans to use it to promote Eliot’s life and works to his American readers. Reihill said: “By this time next year we hope to offer up to six poets, essayists or playwrights at a time a peaceful retreat to work on their projects. We’d also like to work with institutions of higher education to make it a centre for weekend symposia on Eliot or on poets and poetry related to him.”
View from the porch at 18 Edgemoor
Shared on FB by Eastern Point Lit House co-founder Chris Anderson.
Along with my recovery comes more energy, and I’m able to frame more photos at the gallery. On Saturday, I framed “Brace Cove, Eastern Point” and the map “Pigeon Cove, 1884.” I think we’ll be in pretty good shape for the holiday season, as I continue to deck the walls.