The river runs along the road on which we live. It’s a tributary of the bigger Blackstone. I think of it as my river. This is where the birch trees arch over the water. People come to fish here. Herons, too. There’s even a spot from which you can launch a small boat, maybe a canoe. Peaceful.
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Categories: #Photography, Blackstone Valley, Nature, Seasons, Water
SERENDIPITY: SEEKING INTELLIGENT LIFE ON EARTH 
When I lived in Canada, I often would take a walk through the woods and sit in a circular clearing on an old downed tree and rejuvenate my spirit. Your photograph looks like a wonderful place to do the same.
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It is. There’s even a bench to do it on so those of us who have trouble getting back up from the ground can rise with some dignity. It’s a great spot and conveniently, just down the street from us. Living in this valley, you are never far from the river. It weaves through the valley and your life … which is, I suppose, why this is the Blackstone River Valley 🙂
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😀
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Love the Black and White texture!
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Black and white is very good for texture.
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I could sit by that all day.
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And I sometimes have 🙂
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So beautiful!
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Thank you 😃
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