THEN, THE RAIN

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.

LOCKS ON THE 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.

FINALLY IT’S SPRING

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.

The River – Marilyn Armstrong

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.

The Blackstone River National Heritage Corridor is actual part of the National Parks system and includes all the cities in the valley, from Worcester, where the river starts, to Providence where it ends. It is a protected area, though not a park, because so many people live here, but it is considered to be of significant historical importance.

A small pond where herons like to fish is formed by the river and canal’s congruence just above the falls.

It was in this valley that the American Industrial Revolution took place.

I call it the “keyhole” bridge. It’s just before the river divides.

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.

There’s a walkway along the canal where everyone likes to stroll. It’s right next to the parking lot for a medical building, and there’s a small picnic area there, too.

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.

WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE: HORIZON – WOODCLEFT CANAL

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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.

A Little Canal

The Mumford is one of the major tributaries of the Blackstone. It, as well as the Blackstone, run right through the middle of Uxbridge. Can you spell flooding? Between the main Mumford and the old Bernat Mill runs a tiny canal. It has its own locks, even though it is no more than a dozen feet wide along most of its length.