Would love to read some of your thoughts if you do, Fred.

Terresa, I got a strong visual of overlapping images reading about you watching your children in the place where you were a child. I also imagine that would spark an entirely different set of thoughts to assimilate.

How fun that you already knew Lindsey when you read her words here. It is a small blog world.

When we were first married, my wife an I lived in Sound Beach, which is near Stony Brook. By that time, my grandparents had passed away. My father had retired and my parents were now living in the cottage, which had been expanded. By the time they had both passed away, we were living here in Maryland. Neither my sisters nor I had any practical use for the house, so we sold it. I haven’t been back to Stony Brook since then, which was 2001.

I’m driving up to Massachusetts next month for yet another memorial service for my late uncle. Your post and this comment thread is making me think I should take a detour on my way there.

Nice post, Fred. And stunning photos that almost look like paintings.

Fred, thanks for your comment. I’ve heard of Stony Book but never been there. Have you been back as an adult? Maybe you answer that question in your post, which I’m headed over to read…

Me too, Emily. I’m pulling To the Lighthouse off the shelf now to reread that passage. I’m looking forward to catching up on what you’ve been reading.

Linda, this is a beautiful comment. So few words to say so much. I hope you’ll take this and write more on your blog.

Thanks, Elizabeth. Nice to hear from you. In my second post on this visit, I write deeper into this place, and it really does begin to take shape as a character. And more mysterious photos in the piece I just posted: proof. I’d love to know what you think.