Welcome everyone to Cee’s Which Way Challenge. This challenge subject is all about capturing the roads, walks, trails, rails, we move from one place to another on. You can walk on them, climb them, drive them, ride them, as long as the way is visible. Any angle of a bridge is acceptable and are any signs.
I thought, since we live by the Blackstone River and canal, this week I might show you the waterways … canals and river and some of their bridges.
Canal between the falls and the former Bernat Mills which burned down a few years ago.
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.
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.
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.
The Blackstone Canal in May
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.
When first we moved here from Boston, it was wonderful, but so different.
Although I’d lived in the suburbs and spent most of my vacation time through the years out in the country, I’d never lived so far from a major city nor in a river valley, which has a particular character of its own.
The dominance of the Blackstone both over the ecology of the valley and its economy is hard to over-emphasize.
I became fascinated with the river. It was everywhere. Even though you can’t always see it, the Blackstone or one of its tributaries is everywhere you travel, just off the road, hidden by a hillock or trees.
Twelve years later, the river still fascinates me … in all its seasons and permutations. This is the river in late summer/early Autumn, from last September. This is just a single hour of shooting by the river last September. You can be sure there will be much more.
Looking down the canal, the horizon lurks about the tops of the boats, the docks, the buildings that line the waterway. The horizon is implied, not entirely visible … but you know where it is. Everything points to it.