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Pinpointing the extraordinary in the routine. Getting lost in the complexities of the many things we take for granted. Finding the common ground that connects us all.
Seaside
Right on the razor’s edge between summer and fall, Cape Cod is in full splendor. The fireworks of the Forth of July are a distant memory, replaced by hydrangeas bursting in vibrant shades against the whitewashed sides of clapboard houses. On a sultry, sunny day right at the end of the season, we welcomed a wonderful group of guests from across the US to the water’s edge at Wequassett Resort for a Supper we won’t soon forget.
Cantilever
The crisp aesthetics of the property belie the care and precision of winemakers Griffin Frey and Joe Woodworth, but contrast delightfully with Joe and his wife, Ashley’s sense of warm hospitality. They aren’t often open to the public, so we were thrilled to set the table in the shade of their cantilevered patio, safe from the hot sun and the dusty sun devils that tend to spring up in the surrounding fields on summer days.
Ventana
We arrived at the stunning Alila Ventana Big Sur resort with plans for a dinner in the redwood grove just down the hill, a first for the property and a magical setting for Supper. But, Big Sur is a place where you listen to the land, and the land (and sky) had other ideas. The day of the Supper emerged grey and rainy, with temperatures in the 30s — not at all ideal conditions.
Overseas
Watching the sun set over open water is a singular experience. It slowly swells from a pale yellow dot high above to a pink pulsing thing, slowly bleeding into its surroundings. It sinks towards the horizon so slowly for hours, until it just starts to touch the border between sea and sky. Then, like someone deep below the ocean started sucking the sky up through a boba straw, it disappears, leaving streaks of rose in its wake that eventually fade…
Komorebi
There’s a particular feeling — a calmness of body and mind — that is familiar to anyone who has found themselves in a quiet woods in the afternoon, when the sun slants through the tree canopy in syrupy bars that cloud the trail ahead in a glittering haze. The achingly short days of fall only enhance the moment. Those thick rays of sunlight break up the chill of the shadows with piercing bands of subtle warmth.