Scott Lord: Movie For Rockport, Massachusetts, please view.

We had superb waffles for breakfast four mornings in a row in Rockport, Massachusetts.
 Donna said that getting a taxi, rather than carrying luggage was pretty good for my birthday, so please view this movie, which I added tonight due to its atmosphere. A seance at an house by the sea, overlooking the ocean.
 The companion film to it is the film The Uninvited, with Ray Milland, and I'll try to get a copy to put in a playlist with this one as a double feature- soon. So, if you are near Rockport and got similar whether we did, please accept this film as complimentary and as my suggestion.

I found a turtle, dusk at Back Beach,Front Beach, Sunset at Motif Number One

I remarked that it was a dark sunset set at Motif Number One, it actually being nightfall by the time we left. After dinner I was looking for a way to Back Beach. Last year Donna and I had visited Front Beach during the afternoon and she wanted to return. I had noticed that the landscaping to Millbrook Meadow was still in progress, whereas this year the public park was completed. There's a small wooden bridge and, a stairway that I asked if her and I could try. There happenned to be an old swing set and she wanted to use the swing, her saying, "I remember." Then she spotted a small waterfall, which is man-made cascading rocks that the brook travels over, when I heard a bullfrog. Apparently there might have been a waterwheel years ago, which has vanished, but its name is The Mill Pond, and has been there since the 1700's. A turtle, about the size of a small dish or paper plate, was swimming in the shallow water untill it finally neared the surface-we then exited the park, which is across the street from Front Beach. Front Beach is sand; Back Beach is almost entirely rock and or pebbles; they both lay adjacent. As the sun went down I had a coffee on Bearskin Neck as the rain held. It was cloudy, so there really wasn't any sunset, which in itself was a nice effect as we passed Motif Number One. To make it an even more interesting Rockport, while the Little Art Cinema was closed for the evening, the Rockport Town Hall had a light on, so we stopped in for a minute. Downstairs there were old paintings from local artists, which, although they might not be renown or exceedingly valuable, were well worth the pleasant suprise, one I remember being of Motif Number One by an obscure artist named Sam Coty.

First week of Summer, Rockport Massachusetts

They actually knocked after breakfast while I was in the shower with my (Dell) INSPIRON mini, which doesn't require a wi-fi signal anywere, which was poetic, lyrically. She laughed when I mentioned that there was a hawk over Rockport; there is usually one that I see every morning near our apartment. In the shop where she bought starfish earrings they happenned to carry A Gift from the Sea, the book that shew brought with to read on the train. I found the passage early in it where she writes, "I return my Gift from the Sea", which apparently was a sea shell and I asked her if the poetry of it had been whether or not one of her children had handed her a seashell which she threw back into the ocean, but Donna is still reading the volume and didn't seem to answer.

The Cinema Murder by E. Phillips Oppenheim

I haven't blogged for a ten days as I've been reading a novel, The Cinema Murder written by E. Phillips Oppenheim in 1917. It was made into a movie during 1919. The novel was great, the denoument resolved in the last chapter. Characters connected. The detective only shows up during three scenes, and yet it is a romance drama that skims into an adventure plot centered around the loves of a playwright (It switches genres?) enclosure: My hawk is still here, "the hawk", which may be an osprey, has become a daily occurence. While reading the novel, most things went as they do, Donna went to the Park Street Church to sing hymns and I once again realized that at one time it was Kierkegaard or nothing while I wanted to write a novel, but this time I realized that I have read alot of Par Lagerkvist, who writes about the spiritual. Honestly, the minister at Park Street can go off into tributaries that resist being tangents, the text from old testament scripture was if you ask God for Wisdom, then all wisdom is from God. And we had dinner again at Boston University West, but didn't visit Marsh Chapel due to the rain. The great love novel, sex is love novel, that I should be writing would have fit well into this week, and yet....not quiet enough?...it is on hold; I should have absconded some vocabulary from the novel I was reading, like "murmured" or "retorted", just to make it a work of art, which is what The Cinema Murder is, an artistic endeavor about the loves of a playwright that was read by Frances Marion, who wrote the screenplay to its adaption- the odd thing is that I write a webpage about "Lost Films, Found Magazines" with the premise that if the work of art on film is lost and there is no copy, then it may have been published as a magazine article in short story form. Scott Lord:Silent Film