There was a play on Broadway that became a movie that had a haunting theme song. I saw the Broadway play. The movie starred Henry Fonda, Jane Fonda, and Catherine Hepburn. Henry won the academy award in his last film. Jane accepted on his behalf. The song is in my playlist. Dave Grusin composed it. So I was moved when we passed Golden Pond. I wasn’t looking for it. The pond just came up and bit me. But all the significance of the play, the movie, and the sound track are now linked in this image. We didn’t stop long. I just filled the tank. Looking at the sign in the gas station it announced where we were. That led me to take the image. A moment. A fraction of a second in shutter speed time.
We were passing through Portsmouth and in a novelty craft sort of store… Guess what? It took me a moment to get it. Yes. The said object is for tissues. And yes it was funny for about a second. And no. I did not purchase said item as a joke. It was funny only once.
I don’t know who was having more fun. But these cute kids were vigorously waving hi to everyone who passed. Some folks actually ignored them. Their smiles was infectious. For some reason at that time and in that place a wave of shyness took me and I just got a sidelong shot after the fact. Yes, when they waved at me it caught me off-guard. But I did smile and wave.
Portsmouth again. Funny. But a store devoted to salt? I mean I get mine – Morton’s. You know the one in the blue cardboard container, with iodine added. So off an alley and downstairs into a basement there is a store that sells salt. Blocks of it in slabs and even lamps of the stuff are on sale. The most practical is a slab for cooking or cutting. You salt as you prep. But there were flavored salts as well. Who knew? If you need to know they sell Himalayan salt blocks.
Portsmouth. We were foraging. It was the dinner hour and there are lots of restaurants. But nothing was appealing. One more craft store later and I was headed down the block. It wasn’t much of a storefront.
Live music every night was the promise. So we took a chance. Sit wherever you like for the price of a drink and dinner. We had a solid meal. And the band was good. It was a quartet that became a quintet that got singers. It was karaoke night it seems.
And then the drummer got up to get a drink. Some drunk patron sat in. he was wearing a tourist camera around his neck. He adjusted the drum set. And the owner, the drummer and a bouncer converged….except the drummer was really good. He fit right in and carried the beat. Everyone was tense. But after a single song, the drunk went into a soliloquy and left. Yes it was a very memorable spontaneous evening and a delightful find.
If there were a summer beach scene this would be pretty typical. It’s not the beach. But all around resorts in all the beach communities around the world, this is quite common. Everyone walks around town in what would qualify for underwear elsewhere. We were traveling through Portsmouth, New Hampshire. I think Granite State, Mount Washington, not beach. There is a tiny bit coast line in New Hampshire. There is a summer community. And they walk around like it’s the French Riviera.
Portsmouth, New Hampshire. Forsythia are the early spring blossoms that can be seen everywhere. The brilliant yellow color lasts for a short while and then the non descript bushes are ignored till the next year. But while they bloom, it’s a treat. The white picket fence and the library complement the bush. It’s spring.