monthly review//june







it's funny, i don't always realize how many adventures i go on until i'm rummaging through my folders on my desktop, and realize how many there are. and I love that, seeing all these adventures captured forever in photographs, to someday look back on. 

June's been a good month. Although it started out slow, things started to fall into place, with some expeditions to some new local haunts, and of course, my trip to Block Island {I'm never, ever going to shut up about this trip, okay? or at least not for a few weeks}. It was nice to start the summer right-now, onto the barbeques, beach trips, and other outdoor adventures....


monthly review//june







it's funny, i don't always realize how many adventures i go on until i'm rummaging through my folders on my desktop, and realize how many there are. and I love that, seeing all these adventures captured forever in photographs, to someday look back on. 

June's been a good month. Although it started out slow, things started to fall into place, with some expeditions to some new local haunts, and of course, my trip to Block Island {I'm never, ever going to shut up about this trip, okay? or at least not for a few weeks}. It was nice to start the summer right-now, onto the barbeques, beach trips, and other outdoor adventures....


Block Island pt. 2// mohegan bluffs

MOHEGANBLUFFS

Mohegan Bluffs was, hands down, my favorite part of the island; I have loads of pictures, as I visited four times during the trip {#sorrynotsorry}. It's located on the southeastern tip of the island, and is exactly what it looks like-jagged coastline with breathtaking views, and a rocky, secluded beach accessible by 180 stairs and a sloping trail. And since it's located a mile or two away from the downtown, you have no excuse not to visit, regardless of whether you're visiting the island for a few hours or a few days.

Block Island

Block Island


Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

Ever since a trip to the Grand Canyon quelled my fear of heights, I've eagerly sought out great heights-not only for the dramatic views, but because they make me feel small, and I think that we all need that reminder, you know? It's nice to be reminded of how big and beautiful this universe is, how little we are in the grand scheme of things. Visiting the bluffs, watching the waves pound against the boulders, marveling at the delicate patterns carved into the sandstone cliffs over thousands of years, listening to the little rocks being pulled out to sea by the waves......it is singularly one of the most peaceful environments I've been to in a while, and it's safe to say, I was dreaming of setting up a tent and camping out right there on the beach. {who's with me?}


Block Island pt. 2// mohegan bluffs

MOHEGANBLUFFS

Mohegan Bluffs was, hands down, my favorite part of the island; I have loads of pictures, as I visited four times during the trip {#sorrynotsorry}. It's located on the southeastern tip of the island, and is exactly what it looks like-jagged coastline with breathtaking views, and a rocky, secluded beach accessible by 180 stairs and a sloping trail. And since it's located a mile or two away from the downtown, you have no excuse not to visit, regardless of whether you're visiting the island for a few hours or a few days.

Block Island

Block Island


Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

Ever since a trip to the Grand Canyon quelled my fear of heights, I've eagerly sought out great heights-not only for the dramatic views, but because they make me feel small, and I think that we all need that reminder, you know? It's nice to be reminded of how big and beautiful this universe is, how little we are in the grand scheme of things. Visiting the bluffs, watching the waves pound against the boulders, marveling at the delicate patterns carved into the sandstone cliffs over thousands of years, listening to the little rocks being pulled out to sea by the waves......it is singularly one of the most peaceful environments I've been to in a while, and it's safe to say, I was dreaming of setting up a tent and camping out right there on the beach. {who's with me?}


Block Island pt. 1// an introduction

BLOCK ISLAND

Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

BLOCK ISLAND. guys. 

I have a million different thoughts and ideas and memories all trying to clamber out of my head and into this post right now, so I figured I'd take it a little slow and start off with an introductory post of sorts, with a couple of more personally sort of pictures that probably wouldn't really fit into any other post. So, here goes.

A couple of quick notes on Block Island, because it isn't exactly a prime vacation destination like the Vineyard, and therefore may not be as well known to people. It's about 10 square miles, located off the coast of the state of Rhode Island, and has a year round population of 1000 or so. It's very rural, with 40 percent of land being set aside for conservation, and is what my parents called "quiet money." This means that, while a lot of the people on the island are wealthy, it isn't as showy or glamourous as most of the other summer hot spots in the Northeast {Nantucket, I'm looking at you}. Instead, picture a landscape of shingled homes with front porches, dirt roads lined with stone walls and honeysuckle bushes, and moor like rolling hills. Most people zip along the island in mopeds or bicycles {or sometimes even horses!} and, in five days, I only saw one "no trespassing sign." It's what I imagine all of New England was like 100 years ago.

Last Saturday night, I packed up all my things, got in the car, and, driving along to the beautiful sounds of Mr. George Ezra, managed to not only survive the highways of Providence, but arrive at Port Judith, RI without getting lost {and early!}. Once the anxiety inducing project of getting a car + bike rack backed onto a ferry was completed, I found myself on a ferry to Block Island, headed towards five days of relaxation and freedom.

I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way, but I love, love love love, the feeling of being on the road, of the limbo that comes when traveling. I'm not a huge fan of driving, but put me on a train, a boat, a plane....it's never tedious to me, ever. Even when I lived in the city and was riding the T frequently, it never got old. I just love the feeling of going somewhere, of being on the road with a suitcase and my camera, sketchbook and new books to read tucked away in my backpack. There's no feeling quite like it-especially when you're alone, just you and your thoughts, and whatever there is to see outside of the window. Sitting on the top deck of the ferry, I gazed out into the horizon {how romantic of me}, watching the state of Rhode Island grow smaller and smaller.

One short hour later, I found myself driving off the boat and through the downtown to where my family had rented a home for the week. My first night there was also, coincidentally, the longest day of the year-and so, after a dinner of fresh cod, risotto, and veggies bought from a farmstand downtown, my brother and I got on our bikes to explore. Slowly pedaling down empty roads, the smell of fragrant honeysuckle permeating the air, as the sun started its descent? I couldn't think of anything more perfect.

{part two coming soon!}

Block Island pt. 1// an introduction

BLOCK ISLAND

Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

Block Island

BLOCK ISLAND. guys. 

I have a million different thoughts and ideas and memories all trying to clamber out of my head and into this post right now, so I figured I'd take it a little slow and start off with an introductory post of sorts, with a couple of more personally sort of pictures that probably wouldn't really fit into any other post. So, here goes.

A couple of quick notes on Block Island, because it isn't exactly a prime vacation destination like the Vineyard, and therefore may not be as well known to people. It's about 10 square miles, located off the coast of the state of Rhode Island, and has a year round population of 1000 or so. It's very rural, with 40 percent of land being set aside for conservation, and is what my parents called "quiet money." This means that, while a lot of the people on the island are wealthy, it isn't as showy or glamourous as most of the other summer hot spots in the Northeast {Nantucket, I'm looking at you}. Instead, picture a landscape of shingled homes with front porches, dirt roads lined with stone walls and honeysuckle bushes, and moor like rolling hills. Most people zip along the island in mopeds or bicycles {or sometimes even horses!} and, in five days, I only saw one "no trespassing sign." It's what I imagine all of New England was like 100 years ago.

Last Saturday night, I packed up all my things, got in the car, and, driving along to the beautiful sounds of Mr. George Ezra, managed to not only survive the highways of Providence, but arrive at Port Judith, RI without getting lost {and early!}. Once the anxiety inducing project of getting a car + bike rack backed onto a ferry was completed, I found myself on a ferry to Block Island, headed towards five days of relaxation and freedom.

I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way, but I love, love love love, the feeling of being on the road, of the limbo that comes when traveling. I'm not a huge fan of driving, but put me on a train, a boat, a plane....it's never tedious to me, ever. Even when I lived in the city and was riding the T frequently, it never got old. I just love the feeling of going somewhere, of being on the road with a suitcase and my camera, sketchbook and new books to read tucked away in my backpack. There's no feeling quite like it-especially when you're alone, just you and your thoughts, and whatever there is to see outside of the window. Sitting on the top deck of the ferry, I gazed out into the horizon {how romantic of me}, watching the state of Rhode Island grow smaller and smaller.

One short hour later, I found myself driving off the boat and through the downtown to where my family had rented a home for the week. My first night there was also, coincidentally, the longest day of the year-and so, after a dinner of fresh cod, risotto, and veggies bought from a farmstand downtown, my brother and I got on our bikes to explore. Slowly pedaling down empty roads, the smell of fragrant honeysuckle permeating the air, as the sun started its descent? I couldn't think of anything more perfect.

{part two coming soon!}

ADVENTURES//Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

june 19//ames nowell state park//canon 5d

Spent a beautiful day at Ames Nowell yesterday-I'd really like to wax poetically about this field we found, but I've only got a couple of minutes before I'm off to work and then, tomorrow I'll be headed to Block Island {!!!!} for a couple of days-I probably won't be posting much, but follow me on instagram {@shannonbroderick} for a barrage of beautiful little snaps of a beautiful little place......

ADVENTURES//Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

Ames Nowell

june 19//ames nowell state park//canon 5d

Spent a beautiful day at Ames Nowell yesterday-I'd really like to wax poetically about this field we found, but I've only got a couple of minutes before I'm off to work and then, tomorrow I'll be headed to Block Island {!!!!} for a couple of days-I probably won't be posting much, but follow me on instagram {@shannonbroderick} for a barrage of beautiful little snaps of a beautiful little place......

LATELY//(almost) summer landscapes

lately//summer

lately//summer

lately//june

some forgotten bits and bobs from various adventures-June is the season of deep blues and deep greens, wild fields and dusky 9pm twilights, and I can't get enough of it.

LATELY//(almost) summer landscapes

lately//summer

lately//summer

lately//june

some forgotten bits and bobs from various adventures-June is the season of deep blues and deep greens, wild fields and dusky 9pm twilights, and I can't get enough of it.

wanderlust wednesday//block island


I went to Block Island for an overnight last summer and fell in love with its stunning views, wild moors and desolate beaches. I left on the ferry with a sketchbook full of lopsided beach homes, and a terrible sunburn, dreaming of when I could return-and so, imagine my excitement when I learned that my parents rented a home on the island for a week! While I won't be able to stay the full seven days, I'm pumped to spend time riding my bicycle all over the island, cameras in tow.

{now all I have to do is get a bathing suit.....}

wanderlust wednesday//block island


I went to Block Island for an overnight last summer and fell in love with its stunning views, wild moors and desolate beaches. I left on the ferry with a sketchbook full of lopsided beach homes, and a terrible sunburn, dreaming of when I could return-and so, imagine my excitement when I learned that my parents rented a home on the island for a week! While I won't be able to stay the full seven days, I'm pumped to spend time riding my bicycle all over the island, cameras in tow.

{now all I have to do is get a bathing suit.....}

my new desk







When I was younger, my parents bought me a desk at a yard sale-we're talking the old, wooden school house kind from when they were younger, not the grey metal ones with the smooth tops that I grew up with. That being said, while I thought it was the coolest thing in the universe, I never used it to study, instead choosing to throw everything that didn't have a home on it-we're talking broken crayons, dirty laundry, overdue library books......homework was done at the kitchen table, so I never really needed the space. Eventually, I outgrew the child size, and that was the end of that.

Two dorm rooms later, I've found that I do, in fact, really like the concept of a desk. When not covered in random belongings, it makes for a very productive work space-sitting there, I feel motivated to cross things off my to-do list, stay focused and get stuff done. Once I got home this summer, I wheedled and convinced my parents to move my grandmother's desk up into my room, where I've created my own workspace to tackle photography and Atlas Addict projects. I've found that the bulletin board is helpful in keeping track of lists and goals, while the maps hanging above keep me motivated to work hard, so I can travel the world. And the best part? Late at night, the Christmas lights hanging above bathe the space in a soft, warm light, making it for a peaceful place to dream a little.........

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