Sunday, July 21, 2024

point of view shots of Donna's desk at Church Library

The library, built in 1809, is beautiful.
These two botttom photographs in particular were taken from behnd Donna's desk from where she checks in books with a scanner and removes the checkout cards. I discussed theology with a new minister today explaining to him that he was the eighth minster I have had a rapport with and that my questions are more precise after a decade. There have been ten or eleven I have known since attending. Scott Lord

Monday, July 1, 2024

With Donna on my Sixty Second Birthday, Downtown Boston

Donna and I walked down Tremont Street, Boston, passed the church where she is a librarian, it bells ringing, and went to lunch at one of our usual places for my Sixty Second brithday.(She bought me a pocket hair comb for a dollar and said it was for my birthday, I took her to lunch this time, ps. I had a Western Omlette.) scott lord

Friday, May 31, 2024

Happy Thirteenth Anniversary, Donna

Tommorow is our thirteenth Anniversary. I took Donna to lunch on Temple Street again to a restararaunt we go to once a month and decided to take a short cut across Boston Common and down Beacon Hill. Once a month I also aske her if she would like to visit the Old State House. Today, she passed the entrace to Massachusetts State House and asked if we could go inside. We've been to the Boston Antheneum, and there were marble statues inside the State House as well. She particularly like a statue of a nurse treating a wounded soldier (I have had a coronary bypass several years ago) and my favorite was of John Adams. Happy Anniversay Donna and Thank You for a wondeful date this afternoon.

Sunday, May 19, 2024

mother's day, I brought Donna tulips during the church service

I wanted to photograph the tulips I brought Donna during church- I had to run an errand and we are here during three church services- from outside looking into the church,but as you can tell, the reflection precludes it. The otherside of the building looks on to the adjacent churchyard with tulips on the graves of Ben Franklin's parents where I "reflect" every week (diligently) for those who have passed.

Scott Lord