Dear New England,
They say…once a New Englander, always a New Englander. I guess that’s true. You symbolize home for me. My memories from your rocky shores are reminiscent of crab hunts, and gathering shells for no other reason than to make windows on our sandcastles.
You have created me. You made my childhood a time that is evanescent of laughter and fun. You are the reason I anticipate visits. I love the beaches, country roads and vibrant autumns. I love your farm stands on the roadsides, overflowing with berries, apples, fresh flowers, and pumpkins.
Whatever the season…I love you.
But I have a confession.
It is time I introduce you to the other love in my life. I haven’t cheated on you. And it doesn’t mean I love you less. In fact, maybe I love you more because of the memories, the traditions, and the feeling in my gut that says family every time I land at Logan Airport in Boston. Nothing can, or will take away what is engrained in our soul, especially...home.
But life brought us here, to the Southwest. And in the best vision of home, we have landed exactly where we are meant to be, at this moment in time. Together is what comes to mind, but that’s for another day. Yes, there are differences, lots of differences.
Thank goodness. Isn’t that what makes life so grand? Aren’t we the lucky ones to have the chance to experience new things, cultural differences, even though we are in the same country? Aren’t we?
So….my duck boots went to Goodwill, and have been replaced with flip flops.
Cowboy boots are the trend, on occasion, and I am good with that.

I know, I know, our gardens sure look different,


And I guess you already know about the trees, don’t you?


Truth is, I had to admit to a learning curve when it came to southwest jargon. And then I discovered Yee Haw and Wicked Good can be used interchangeably.


The landscape is the same. Trust me. Any chance to look at the horizon, celebrate sunrise and/or sunset it is a win/win, isn’t it? Does it matter if we look to the ocean for those reflections, or the desert? It doesn’t to me.


Livelihood, legacy, and tradition are passed down wherever you live. Sometimes it looks a little different, and our clothing might speak a different wisdom, but the result is the same. Carry on…..


And finally, there are two exceptions to living in the Southwest, and coming from the Northeast that cannot be compromised. Food. Lobster will only be served at my house if it is shipped from the place we always plucked it from, Maine.
And there is no such thing as Taco Tuesday in my house.


Wind Kisses, Donna
Thank you to Amy of, The World is a Book, for hosting this week’s fun challenge. She asks us to explore, East Meets West or North Meets South. Trust yourself. Go thorough your photos, start writing, and read her creative post here to inspire your thoughts. Remember to link to her posts and add the Lens-Artists take so we can find you.
A special thank you to Patti as she nudged us to take a look at Shadows and Reflections in Monochrome last week. Once again, the interpretations to the challenge were creative and inspiring. This week, in particular, I enjoyed learning about what photos work best in monochrome.
Next week, we welcome Bren as a guest host. She challenges us with: Lowering That Clarity To Bring Softness. I hope you will look forward to learning with me next week.
Interested in joining the Lens-Artists Challenges? Click here for more information.
Love this post! Born in Salem, Mass and living in Oregon. I miss lobster!
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I think I remember seeing you had come from the east, I didn’t know it was Salem! My extended family is from Scituate MA. But my immediately family is in the Portsmouth area of NH. We have had some similar walks though life, Priscilla. Not the least bit ironic that we enjoy much of the same things. Yes. We eat lobster everyday when we are “home”. Thank you.
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Good thing I published my post before reading yours as once again, we’re on similar tracks for a good part of our posts and it makes me look as if I copied you. 🙂 When I was growing up, we used to have lobstah tails for Thanksgiving and I know they couldn’t have been two expensive because we didn’t have a lot of money. But I do love lobstah! One delicious memory from a visit to Maine some years ago was the husband of the family we were visiting doing a lobster boil with enough crustations that we could eat as much as we liked. I liked!!
I also like your photos and thoughts per usual, my friend. Sleep well tonight.
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We are always on the same page…. I’ll check in tomorrow. 🤗
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janet and donna – you both are on the same page in so many ways – that is so cool
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Yes.. we don’t live to far from each other and have had similar lives, just different places. We will take you to lunch if you ever make your way here.
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I look forward to lunch and we are planning a visit there in the next year or two or three
Because we got married in Tucson and want to celebrate an anniversary there at some point
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Awesome.
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We really are, Yvette, and enjoying it greatly.
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😊🙏
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A lovely trek around the US thanks Donna 🙂
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Thank you.
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In addition to Janet, my post will probably be quite similar as well. >grin<
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Like I always say…Great minds think alike. 🤗
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I just read Janets post and it did have similarities to yours. Lovely photos as well .
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Thank you Ritva. We live quite close to each other and have had similar lives. I am grateful for her friendship as well. But yes, it WAS funny to see the similarities.
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Love your ode to New England; we may fall in love again, but we never forget a first love.
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Isn’t that true, Ju-Lyn? Next time I will quote you. A love does not have to be a person.
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Love your post!!! I’m sure New England understands you, I do.
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Thank you Ana. Yes. I am certain. We love our visits back.
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Love this post! I enjoyed all your wonderful photos. Your memories of growing up in New England will always be with you even though you’ve traded your duck boots for cowboy boots and flip flops!
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Thank you. I think we can all relate to being in different places, can’t we. It defines us, creates us and makes us better for it.
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“living in the Southwest, and coming from the Northeast”, what a wonderful experience! That pair of cowboy boots are so cool! Oooh, Lobster !! Beautiful desert and ocean images, love both. Thank you, Donna, for sharing the contrasts and the joy of living in both areas! 🙂
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Thank you Amy. As I told you. Initially pretty tough to come to an agreement (with myself) on how to approach this. I have lived many places, loved them all, for, different reasons. thank you again for this great challenge and trip down memory lane.
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Wonderful as always Donna! It never occurred to me to do the same and compare my life in the northeast with our life in the southeast – also VERY different. A great idea. My brother has a 2nd home in Scottsdale and his full-time home in the mountains outside of Denver so he would love your post 😊. We’ve visited him in both places so I can definitely related to your examples! Must agree with your lobster choice (my husband is from Boston and we both worked up there for years). I guess at the end of the day, differences not-withstanding, as they say “it’s a wonderful world” !
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Indeed. A wonderful world. It is amazing how many cultures we have in our own country. Europeans arrive in Boston thinking that’s NOT the English I learned, and then they go to Charleston, shake their heads, and throw their hands up. Charades is sometimes best. Maybe one of these days you will make it back to Scottsdale. Its about 45 minutes for me to get there. In fact…we might just get a superbloom of wildflowers this year with the rain we have had. They are trickling in on the trails. hint, hint. If you enjoy social media, there is a page called: Arizona Wildflower and Cactus Blossom Alert.
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Inspiring and thoughtful, Donna. I’m still thinking about how to approach this one!
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Hmmm… once again. I will be patient.
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What a beautiful post, in words and images. Reminded me of all the differences I experience between Michigan and Southwest Florida.
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Thats probably true. And we can love more than one place, can’t we?
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Yes we can. Spending time in one place makes the other seem even more special. I think you mentioned this is true for you also.
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Yes.
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Donna, this is a fun take on the theme and yours is the first post I read when I got into my reader today – and it stopped me right in my tracks.
Do you mind if I share this quote from your post:
“Livelihood, legacy, and tradition are passed down wherever you live. Sometimes it looks a little different, and our clothing might speak a different wisdom, but the result is the same. Carry on…..”
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Please do. And thank you. It was a fun one for me, once I could get started. Thanks again.
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Wow, Donna, this post is great! I love how you structured the narrative and your images are terrific. You are a creative and talented person.
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Thank you Anne. That means a lot. Took me a bit of thought this time. Thank you again.
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I can relate to this. I felt the same leaving NYC. I’m actually back right now, but only for a year or two. We’re considering moving to the southwest and just took a road trip through it. Very moving post.
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Thanks Dan. Always here for insight. We have moved a lot in our life, and found this suited us. Love that we have landed here. Thank you.
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So well expressed, I love the way you address the two homes you have loved / still love. In particular your paragraph starting ‘Livelihood, legacy, and tradition …’ resonated with me, as it reflects what I have observed on my travels. Each place has its own traditions and culture; what binds us is that we all ha e those traditions.
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It is true, and apparent with travel. I think thats what makes travel so nice (well one thing anyway).
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You described my feeling so well, Donna. It’s just like that! We are the lucky ones, I often tell my son, we have two places we can call home.
Loved your post, thank you!
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yes. How lucky.
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A beautiful way to let us know about your loves, Donna! I always read your posts with a smile and much emotion…and your address to New England touched my heart. It’s like children, isn’t it? I once wondered if it would be possible to love child number two as much as child number one – and it was and is. You have some warm and beautiful memories of these places, and your images and words make us understand how many and how much. I have not moved more than three times in my life. And I love two of them dearly.
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Thank you AC. A great analogy in that it feels like a child. I learned from a very young age, a place is what you make it. And as the years went on, there was so much to like. Maybe it really is a mindset. I don’t know. Thank you for your smile. Appreciate you.
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