About 20 years ago I was bicycling around the Quabbin Reservoir in central Massachusetts and stumbled across the tiny village of New Salem. I found a long town green lined with mature, old trees, surrounded by 18th and 19th century homes and buildings. There was no sign of a traffic light, convenience store, gas station, or of any modernity what-so-ever. I felt as though I had stepped through a window in time to the year 1830. I half expected to see a movie crew appear from behind the false facades of each of the buildings. But, these building were real on my first visit, and just and fantastic today when I returned to New Salem on the way home from a photo shoot in Hadley, MA about 15 miles away. A sign indicates that this is indeed an historic district. It is so important to preserve windows in time like New Salem. I imagine that each of the 50 US states has precious little villages like this one, seemingly unaffected by the giant footprint of development and economic growth. I’ve felt the same sense of wonder and excitement while “discovering” a silver mine in Colorado, the remains of a logging camp in Maine, and a farm valley in Rochester, Vermont known as North Hollow. If you know of secret little villages like New Salem, please let me know. Maybe this will the beginning of a photo essay or book!
My annual tribute to the colors of the farmers’ market. In New England buying local is something that lasts only from July to October. After that we have to rely on our root cellars as well as dried, salted, and pickled produce.
It was a perfect cloudy day for roaming the Gloucester Marine Railways on Rocky Neck in Gloucester looking for patterns, textures, and shapes. Here is the oldest continuously operating shipyard in the USA, and to my eyes it is full of character and life.
This evening when I took two visitors from California for a walk through the Appleton Farms & Grass Rides in Ipswich, MA, one of them said, “this is paradise.”
Who needs to go to the tropics when we have spectacular sunsets right here in New England?
Today, I ventured to Cape Ann hoping to make some interpretive wildflower photographs. These would be more more dreamy than some of my earlier work. One image here is unidentified. Can you help?
[The Mouth of the Ipswich River]
the Mouth of the Ipswich River
On a winter day in early January when snow and ice usually blankets the North Atlantic shoreline, I spent an afternoon meandering around Ipswich Massachusetts, looking for dramatic afternoon light. This view of Castle Hill is from the tiny neighborhood of Little Neck, a hilly promontory covered with a mix of year-round and summer homes, each with a dramatic view of the sea and the river.
Red Maple leaf in Ravenswood Park, Gloucester, MA