The race goes to the swift, but the door prize goes to those who show up.

Chuck and his daughter Camilla and I ran into each other last weekend at the Brattleboro Walk-in Clinic annual 5-K. None of us set any records, and none of us even won. However, due to unfortunately low turnout (it’s a really good cause and more people should show up and donate), we all won door prizes donated by sponsoring businesses. 

Today, downtown Brattleboro was awash in young photographers, earnestly looking for light, and people, and objects… all in a way that suggested that they hadn’t really ever noticed those things in quite the same way before.

If this unutterably sad abandoned doll carriage had still been there from the weekend when I saw it, they would all have taken its picture, but it wasn’t, so ha ha ha.

It wasn’t really intended this way, but I thought the sign for an “instant screen door” poised over the display of flyswatters was really good. Bothered by bugs but don’t want to hang an old-fashioned screen? No problem!

We’ve had mostly great luck with fresh produce this year. This is a shot outside of Walker Farm, where you can buy premium produce at premium prices. We’ve gotten good corn, beans, even potatoes. The only real disappointment was a golden-fleshed watermelon there that was absolutely flavorless.

Today I met Paula whom I had just read about in the paper. She’s walking 500 miles to DC to promote the idea of Gross National Happiness. I was already happier just for having met her.

Her blog is here http://www.happinesswalk.com/our-blog.html, and if you look at the 9/4 entry, I’m the guy who called out to her at the coffee shop.

You Can Have It All

Arnold Patent’s fine treatise on success finds a happy retirement home at the recycling containers near the High School.

I’ve mentioned Whetstone Brook before. Yesterday I discovered a neat spot off Elliott St. where somebody has made dozens of river rock cairns. It’s a bit of a dare, a taunt in the face of the next Irene to come our way.

On the newly improved West River Railroad Trail, a fine sculpture of rocks and bottles and springs and stuff.

The 4th of July in small town USA. In Brattleboro the Grand Marshal is a man in drag, and the Shriners ride snowmobiles.

In the 4-mi road race just before the parade I was outkicked by an 8 yr old.

The view up the Connecticut River from the newly opened Whetstone Station restaurant. Seared scallops great, fish tacos OK, nice crowd, friendly service. We wish them well!

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