When Garry said I should come out and grab my camera, I wasn’t as thrilled as I usually am. Mid November is usually drab, vying with early March for nothing special to shoot. Nonetheless, I went. I haven’t taken any pictures for over a week and my camera was lonely. As we left the house, the sun came […]
First, a little music … Edith Piaf and Yves Montand singing Autumn Leaves. Just for you. Why does everything sound better in French? The Mumford is barely a trickle of its former self, but it’s still beautiful. The trees are turning, brighter every day. The leaves reflect in the water and the sky is […]
The Mumford is normally a powerful little river. It’s the largest of the Blackstone’s tributaries. The Mumford’s wrath has more than once been felt as it overflowed its banks and turned the town into a lake. Mighty no more. The Mumford is barely a stream. Until the dam in Uxbridge, where the river crosses Route 16, the […]
I needed an airing. My cameras needed exercise. So, finally, I got my act together and we went out to take some pictures. Where to go? Sometimes, the path of least resistance works out best. We went into town, parked and walked to the Mumford River and the dam. With trepidation. I didn’t know how […]
It was a bright afternoon as the Mumford rolled over the dam toward its ultimate destination, junction with the Blackstone River.
The pictures are almost the same. The story is in the background, different in each shot.