Slummin’ at George’s Place in September

Not that Mr. Vanderbilt actually invited me, but I’m sure had he known me, he would have been more than happy to have me visit. As Summer winds to a close on this Friday the 13th with a full Moon, I had the place all to myself….

vann lawn

vann rear

No one was in his Gardens or his Conservatory…green house

Frederick Law Olmsted’s Brick Bridge at Bass Lake had no traffic…bridge


No Rowboats were disturbing the surface of the reflecting Lagoon …mirror

…and I could even park on this narrow stone bridge and no one made me move…caddy

George passed a hundred years too soon, but I could feel his presence around every turn.


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