Betsy P. Kahn finds beauty everywhere in Westport. She sees it in places all of us love.
And in spots most of us overlook.
Yesterday, the talented photographer took this fantastic shot of a cottage on Sherwood Mill Pond, near the bridge heading to Compo Cove.
For years it’s enchanted everyone who knows that secret path. But it won’t be there much longer. Damaged in Hurricane Sandy, it and an even smaller cottage next door will soon be demolished.
The train station isn’t going anywhere. No one thinks it’s particularly attractive, but Betsy makes it look stunning too.
(For an even better view, click on each image to enlarge.)
Wow! They look like old paintings! I wonder how she gets that crinkled effect, but whatever she does, these are gorgeous. Thank you for sharing them, Betsy.
Don’t count on the railroad station or anything else not “going anywhere”. We need pictures of everything in town, just in case.
For example, do we have pictures of Daybreak Nursery and that beautiful old greenhouse, now under the wrecking ball?
Years ago, Osmond and Helen Frankle lived in the cottage by the first bridge and Fred and Marion Kellogg lived by the second bridge. Sad to see their homes go.
http://www.nytimes.com/1983/05/17/obituaries/osmond-k-fraenkel-dies-at-94-former-counsel-to-the-aclu.html
Here is a copy of Osmond’s obit. Remarkable man. Note my misspelling of his last name.
That is why she is missed so much in North Carolina. Not only did she see it, but she created it wherever she went. You have a real jewel that joined your community—take good care of her.
Os and Helene Fraenkel were wonderful friends and mentors. We had a storm one winter (1970s) and their house was inundated (not for the first time). They bought an early vinyl carpet, like astroturf, to put in the “living room,” by the brand name “Everlast,” and after one season, Helen referred to it as “Nevermore.” We used to play anagrams after dinner, and swim in the mill race. As I recall, they referred to their house as a former grain storage building. Helene was a playwright and their daughter Nancy was married to Jim Wexler, editor of The New York Post – the Wexlers lived near Compo Beach and even in their 80s Os and Helene would stroll over there from Compo Cove to visit. They lived at 25 West 11th Street in New York. Such happy memories.