A bright, beautiful first morning at the cabin

A bright, beautiful first morning at the cabin

It rained hard most of the day yesterday and started off with heavy rain this morning, too.

Rays of sunshine through the last of the morning mist

Rays of sunshine through the last of the morning mist

It’s ironic. All summer, it has been sunny and dry. Beautiful weather, pretty much from May through September.  As soon as we got to Maine, it began to rain.

And then, it rained ...

And then, it rained …

Maybe it’s nature’s way of telling me I need to relax … to not run around doing “stuff.” Still, it is gorgeous here and I was looking forward t the opportunity to take some pictures.

Rain, rain ...

Rain, rain …

I did take some shots of the rain yesterday, but it’s hard to see it. You can see it’s wet, but the rain is elusive.



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.



Weekly Photo Challenge: Between — Danielle Hark of Broken Light Collective challenges us to photograph between. This week, capture something between two things, reflect on the process of transition, or interpret this word in your own way.

Water is always between. Between banks, between shores. In the first pictures, it fills the space between the bridge and the dock … fills it with reflections of the trees along the shore. Gently shining.

Between bridge and dock river bend

In the second photo, the canal contains the water between two banks. Made by men, the canal has been unused for more than 150 years. The passage of years has gradually returned it to being a natural waterway, regardless of its origin.

Between the banks of the blackstone canal


I don’t know why, but I’ve had the hardest time getting a picture of the locks on the canal with which I’m satisfied. I’m not there yet, but the locks are interesting.

Canal Locks

These powerful gears date back to the mid 1800s when the canal was built and they are still in working order today. This is one of two, exactly the same. They usually aren’t in my pictures of this part of the canal because I shoot to either side of them.




It’s the canal, not the river, but time has erased most of the differences. Fish live in the river and the canal. Wildflowers line the banks of both.


The canal was in use for only 10 years. After that, the railway came and the canal because what it is now … another lovely waterway in the Blackstone Valley.

canal river reflection


This is the junction of the Blackstone River and Blackstone Canal, where they separate to run side by side. There’s a spillway, locks and a hiking trail where horses used to tow the barges.

It is historically important and exceptionally photogenic, which is why we come here so often. Recently they added a proper paved pathway with stairs and a small boat slip. And they put up an official sign so it’s no longer “the canal and locks behind the medical building” but part of the National Historic Corridor series of parks. But the work that needs to be done is not getting done. No money.

Since it was already adjacent to a parking lot, it is easily accessible. It’s more popular with the improved paths and steps.Oh, I almost forgot. They added a few picnic tables too. Nice.