The cat on the lawn lives here. They grow corn. And hay. Plus some veggies. It’s a lovely place.
The corn is still green in July.
Corn grows in the fields in late summer.
Just around the block. The chickens used to roam free, but I think the coyotes were beginning to take a toll. The wild turkeys live here too, roaming around, but knowing they’ll get fed.
Mendon Barn
The red barn, Douglas, Massachusetts.
Inside an old barn in Uxbridge, Massachusetts.
The Blackstone Valley has always been a farming community. Although it was the birthplace of the American Industrial Revolution, the farms have always been here too. People, after all, need to eat and where the ground is fertile and apple orchards thrive, families will farm.
Summer has come, right on time. It usually shows up just around Memorial Day and that will be here this weekend. The cows are serene. The chickens and horses are content and peaceful. The corn is coming up green and it looks like a good crop is on the way. Soon we’ll have fresh local produce and our air will be full of the scent of things growing from the earth.
As I live my life here in the country, amidst trees, weeds, rocks and creatures that make their home in the woods surrounding us, I have become attuned to seasonal changes and the things which mark the ending of one and the start of the next.
The end of winter is heralded by the brave crocuses who battle their through the last of winter’s snow and debris. Each picture in this gallery shows both a start and a finish, parts of the cycle. Embedded in every end is a beginning. Change is eternal.
Summer’s end. September sunrise.
These bright leaves are always the first sign that summer is ending and autumn has come.
Just an inch but more snow will come. Winter has here again.
The last snow heralds spring as surely as the flowers that will shortly follow. Deep, wet and white … winter’s last gasp.
Manchaug is about a mile away … and one of my favorite places to shoot. From its quaint little post office, to the pond, the dam and lively creek that flows downstream, it’s beautiful.
Ducks and geese nest along the shores and there’s a day care center right by the falls for parents who don’t worry excessively about their small children wandering off.
The falls are splendid. The falls have been dammed and the flow of water is controlled to prevent flooding.
In times of drought, the flow is contained to keep the pond full. They have boat races on the pond.
With camera in hand, exploring European lands, cultures, food, and drink...mostly with a plan, but sometimes enjoying the adventure of just getting lost.