glass door knobs and bacon. end day one.

initial response: i love it here. yes, it's cold...that's what clothes are for. yes, it's filled with crazy people...well, i guess i fit in.
the pilot took a route that took us over the ocean, and up the coast line. slowly the landscape below bore snowy fields and hatch-mark tree-scapes, a world, when looking down upon it, that bore no color. it brought me to thoughts of bill waterson's calvin and hobbes' snowy panels, 'yukon ho!'
i'm sitting at a table paired with mismatched chairs in a lovely old two story house, looking out the window. the glass is old and has that fantastic melted trait. across the street, rows of tombstones in the snow. beyond that field of history are bright houses, fantastic high pitched roof lines and naked trees...well, a few evergreens.
this house has the 'i have stories you will never know' quality to it. glass door knobs and white radiant heaters made back when everything was worth putting a little extra effort into, showing off their curly motif. copper pipes conduct their business boldly from the bottom of the first floor up to the ceiling where they disappear. other girls live upstairs, i wont likely investigate it, but i assume it is for their radiators. for now downstairs is my curious domain. it seems there are doors everywhere. door to the stair, door between the entry and main room...not a lot of halls, just rooms off of one main space. i guess that helps keep heat in the rooms you want it in, i appreciate that!
at some point before i leave i will pull the doorbell knob, which is attached to a wire to the spring that rings inside the brass dome. in the room where i sleep, one of the features i love is a medium sized wood framed mirror propped in the corner on top of a rich textured old trunk. the curtains are orange, so when they're closed the light is tinted the same and washes the whole room. it's a nice thing to open your eyes to in the morning. i should probably go turn off the space heater in there, since i'm not occupying the space for a while. i do have it set to a particular temperature, but still. no reason to waste electricity! alright, there now.
it's interesting to come from texas, where i've seen pictures painted of the north east, and then sit shot-gun looking at the real thing going by. the barns and houses, fields of snow, the time... i dont know how old the paintings are that i've seen, but i would have imagined them being quite old - though now i suppose they could have been completed yesterday! coming back to the house last night my lovely host pointed out the twin buckets on each side of random trees (random to my untrained eye anyway, it would be helpful to see them with leaves i think): maple syrup waiting to happen. i love maple syrup! i will have to photograph the street of houses with the tin buckets on their trees. we were coming back from a bacon party. yes, that's exactly right. a friend of several here is sick, so in his honor they held a gathering to enjoy his favorite food. and i even took part! chocolate covered bacon is lovely. put it in a pb&banana sandwich, tip of the hat to elvis. i think that's the main way i eat it now. had a breakfast in portland (the one on the other side of the country) of the same idea (on french toast of course). but that was a different time. i'm writing about now.
later today while my generous host is meeting in town, i will go wondering! walking, watching, praying...
just because i know i need to walk in a new way, does it mean i walk in a new place? i wouldnt mind this place being home for a while. God knows, so i will soak it in and love it while i'm visiting.