Images of New England
From the category archives:
A Rolls-Royce Silver Cloud II, circa 1962, that just happened to be in the neighborhood. R-R first blipped on my radar screen in the mid 60’s via the television show Burke’s Law. This car reminds me of our family car back then – a 1951 Dodge (and really I understand your amusement). That Dodge was one of the first automobiles I photographed, with a Kodak Instamatic, my first ever camera.
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Revisited this series – one was posted in October of last year – just can’t get enough of Island Pond and the Northeast Kingdom, granted, from a warm, wood heated living room far to the south.
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Though their fruit is incredibly colorful in an otherwise drab November landscape, these plants are woody vines that are terribly invasive and don’t play well with native species. It’s recommended that they be eradicated while still in small patches, something that can be done manually.
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It seems a given in life that things fall apart: our cars and roads and bridges, our bodies and relationships, our simple fences and over larger spans of time, even our complex civilizations. Nothing new there. We put a lot of time and attention keeping things in good working order, and with greater complexity comes the need for skills and vision that rise to the task.
So it’s no wonder things disintegrate, human nature (and our shifting priorities) being what they are. We often just don’t have the time or the money, the inclination or information or the skillset, to do the work to keep things going. So they come apart. And we fix them or we don’t.
So the larger questions: what do we value? what do we hold onto? what do we let go of? what’s worth our time?
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Another view of the two rivers coming together, taken from Route 30. If ever there was a place to really feel the qi in the universe (ok, let’s stick to New England), this would be it.
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This place was a touch of heaven yesterday, a Monday in mid-November, with the temperature a balmy 65 degrees and nary a cloud in the sky. It’s where the Rock River joins the West River, to flow eventually into the CT River in Brattleboro. The area shown here draws a huge crowd of visitors in the summer, and has finally received official designation via a road sign on Route 30: “Recreational Area”.
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