Cee’s Which Way Photo Challenge: 2014 #15

This comes at a perfect time. We’ve been on the road for some days now, so I have a lot of road and travel pictures to share. From the borders of Massachusetts, to Jackman, Maine. With Bingham and Skowhegan and all those little towns between, these are our travels — so far!

From the Attean scenic view ... just west of Jackman, overlooking the pond and the mountains

From the Attean scenic view … just west of Jackman, overlooking the pond and the mountains


Trail by the cabin on a misty morning

Trail by the cabin on a misty morning

And suddenly, we see the mountains

And suddenly, we see the mountains



It wasn’t a photo excursion. We were driving from a doctor’s office to the mall. To PetSmart, to get extra dog food. And biscuits. Have to make sure the doggies have plenty of kibble and biscuits. They’ve never missed a meal and I wouldn’t want this to be the first time.


The road between North Street and Route 140 is lovely. The woods is bright because this woods is dominated by alders. They turn bright yellow in the fall, and unlike the oak, they don’t form a canopy to block the sun.


The train tracks cross the road, though I’ve never seen a train. We have train tracks running through Uxbridge too, but no train station … not any more. What used to be the train station is now a real estate office. Once a week, you can hear the wail of the train’s whistle as it rumbles through, coming from somewhere. Going somewhere else.


I don’t know what it is about this train crossing, but I love it. Something about the way the road dips and curves. It reminds me of something, but I’m not sure what. It makes me wistful, as if there is a memory somewhere tucked in a corner of my brain … but I don’t know where.


The leaves were bright today. Not at peak. Not quite. At least I don’t think they are at peak … yet they are falling, even before many of the trees have changed color. It’s as if autumn has been short-circuited. Is it the lack of rain?


As you read this, we are on somewhere between Uxbridge and Jackman, Maine. On the northbound road. I may not be able to check in today, but I will see you tomorrow. Have a great day!



This section of the Blackstone Canal, where the river and the canal divide and run parallel for some miles downstream, is particularly beautiful.


It’s beautiful in every season, but when the leaves are changing, it is awesome. Awe-inspiring.


The colors are not as bright this year as they were last year. They seem to be peaking, yet many trees haven’t changed at all. An odd sort of Autumn. Perhaps we will get a second wave of color.



It still hasn’t rained. Rain is in the forecast and maybe it’ll be enough to make a difference. There’s more predicted for next week, though I have no idea how accurate prediction for 10 days from now can be. We can certainly hope.

On the up side of the drought, the foliage is glorious.


Autumn is our finest time, when New England shakes off her drab old clothing and puts on her coat of many colors. It’s a party for nature and it’s special and gorgeous. A simple ride to the grocery store is breathtaking.

I think it’s heading for an epic-level Autumn. But I’m still hoping that after the leaves have peaked, perhaps Mother Nature will take pity on us and send the rain.


Mouths Wide Shut (Unless the tedium overwhelms you. Then you are allowed to yawn.) A culinary Q & A from the people who brought you (yawn) all those other great prompts …

Are you a picky eater?


Share some of your favorite food quirks with us (the more exotic, the better!).

I don’t think I have any exotic food quirks.

There are a few foods I don’t like. Olives. Milk. I will eat eggs, but only if they are made a particular way. Otherwise, I’ll eat most food. Hardly any red meat  … less and less as time goes on. It’s a combination of it not agreeing with my digestion and a guilty conscience about how horribly meat animals are abused. It’s hard to sanction such cruelty when there are other sources of nourishment available.

I once tried escargot (snails) and while they tasted okay, the texture was a bummer. Also, alligator and crocodile as food give me pause. They do NOT taste like chicken. They taste more like squid. And every time I nibbled on a piece, I got a distinct “man bites dog” flash. It just didn’t work for me.

Garry and I have quietly stopped consuming pig products. Pork has gone and not reappeared. Bacon, included.

Omnivores: what’s the one thing you won’t eat?

I think I covered that. I love vegetables and fruit, but won’t touch anything I suspect has been genetically modified. My passion for sweets is long past, though I remember fondly orgies of chocolate. I like most fish, especially shellfish … but have to be careful of the cholesterol.

And no furry friends. No dogs, horses, kitties. These are pals, not dinner.

This is dull stuff, isn’t it? Like a “share your world,” but without the quirky humor. Please feel free to vote with a yawn.

Since the Daily Prompt is Deadly Dull today, I’ll include a few nice pictures of autumn in New England. I took them yesterday at the dam and by our home.

foliage on the Mumson

I am of the opinion that anyone who cannot take a good picture in New England during peak foliage should give up all forms of photography.

Welcome Home, Autumn 2014

It gets so incredibly photogenic around here, that you can just about aim your camera anywhere and what comes out is gorgeous. Right?

Autumn road to home


Autumn Leaves – Changing colors, dropping temperatures, pumpkin spice lattes: do these mainstays of Fall fill your heart with warmth — or with dread?

This morning ... our early autumn woods.

This morning … our early autumn woods.

Talk about mixed emotions. I love autumn, by far my favorite season. The color. The smell of the air with that tang I can’t even describe. The sun changes to amber and the entire world glows. Of course, here in New England, foliage rules. In a good year … I hope this will be one such … it is incomparable. Magnificent.

But Autumn also comes bundled with its own sadness. Always there is a melancholy overtone to remind us this is the end of the warm time. The finish of a cycle that began when the ice broke at the end of last winter. Now, the visible shortening of days begins and the chilling of nights.

In our latitudes, snow will follow. Snow, ice, bitter winds will blow. We will hunker down, locked in our houses and wait for spring.

Note: I took all the pictures this morning, between writing the first paragraph and publishing the post. Hot off the presses.