It was 42 years ago last night that the Northridge earthquake woke us up in the middle of the night. We were only about five miles from the epicenter, but we escaped with minimal damage (two of the cinder block walls separating our back yard from the neighbors’ back yards went down and had to be demolished and replaced) and a lot of books and dishes and games and clothes to pick up and put back on shelves.
I thought that I might find some pictures from then, but I didn’t have a digital camera then and I’ve only digitized a small handful of my film archives. One of those projects for “someday,” i.e., when I retire and have the time, i.e., six months after I’m dead.
So from 32 years ago, not 42, here are a couple of Vermont summer pictures. I’ve got lots of them in that class, with high school reunions every five years and family who lived there for decades.
The Connecticut River valley from a rest stop near the top of Mount Ascutney, New Hampshire on the other side, stretching off to the east.
An extremely bright roadside flower (coen flower, maybe?) from the rest stop.
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 