See three previous posts below. One of the drivers that afternoon pointed across the valley and suggested I check out this perspective. You can actually make out the gazebo in Corn Field (upper left). Parenthetically, the next weekend, in Brattleboro, Vermont Artisan Designs on Main Street had virtually this same scene displayed in their front window, but without the gazebo and taken in the very late afternoon at the height of the fall season. My guess is that this view offers something new every week, if not every day.
There are some photographs that just cry out for more than my usual (i.e., minimal) post-processing, which I mostly refrain from doing. But sometimes I like to see where it goes …
The meadows are now about 3 feet high in this part of the world, and farmers are starting to mow. In another barn on this property, the hay bales are already stacked up to the roof.
This is the interior of the same barn shown above. The contrast is striking; in the summer, the inside of these places can be as dark and moody as the outsides are light and breezy. My lifelong love affair with barns began with a huge, deserted four story structure, a myth really, that was a couple hundred yards from where I grew up.
Lilacs were very much in bloom throughout most of VT last weekend; this is the west side of an 18th century house that the first governor of VT, Thomas Chittenden, once lived in.
These rooms stood empty for the greater part of 20 years, the owner in a nursing home, so the story goes. One spring evening, walking in the back yard among daffodils that seemed none the worse for wear from the inattention, I heard kids playing off in the valley below, and felt that the owners probably had a good life here. But who knows? The artwork was in a pile of rubbish elsewhere in the house, which has since been torn down.
