I don’t understand Columbus, Mississippi. I really don’t know how else to put it into words, though I suppose you can never truly understand any place fully. The history and charm of the deep south is here, but you must search deeply. And that’s how, amidst the strip malls and chain restaurants, we found ourselves here. Half yard sale, half antique shop. Trash and treasure amassed in one chaotic place, the city itself.
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On Sunday, my little brother and I headed to Holbrook’s Nihtila farm in search of a few pumpkins to carve before Halloween (just a few days away!). It was chilly outside; I have a feeling this is going to be one of the last weekends for a while that we can comfortably be out at all. Fall seems to have just begun, and yet already, it’s slipping away into winter. At least we had this lovely day in the sun.
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The Fort Point Arts Community in the Boston Seaport district hosted its seasonal open studios event this past weekend, during which the public is able to visit the otherwise private workspaces of the artists. Warehouses on the water, full of art, open for wandering. My brother and I decided to explore.
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Brunch, and boats. It could not have been a more perfect weekend for the world-famous Head of the Charles regatta, which truly speaks volumes considering that we’re in the midst of New England October. The morning began with mimosas & brunch at The Boathouse in Harvard Square. Then came the river & the races, outside in the sunshine.
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Through the woods and along the beach at the always beautiful World’s End reservation in Hingham. We walked along the path; we walked off of the path. To the cliffs, to the fields, to the inlets. Here we were in such a serene place, so much in the middle of civilization, and yet so much further away.
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Good morning, “City Beautiful,” Coral Gables. It reminds me of Spain, or some far away place, the colors and the way the sun hits as it rises over Biscayne Bay.
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exploring & escapades 
