The field, vanquished by frost. Ashfield, Ma. holds its breath, knowing that the deep snows that paralyze it for 6 months of the year are coming soon.



Thanksgiving morning walk:

I miss my sister

The tin man used to belong to an oil company somewhere along Route 2. When the place closed down, my neighbor Richard Richardson bought it at scrap metal price, and installed the light-up heart. Richard collects just about anything that can be classified as both junk, and beautiful, and seems to have set his sights on proving the old adage that one man's junk is another man's gold. This place is a great photo destination for anyone interested in decrepit allure.

The USA

Let's face it, America has long suffered problems of low economy. It has been blessed with work ethic and plenty of resources. But one can only go so far on ones hands and pride. Here, the shock of the bank crisis is only a another debt.


The center of Town - Goshen, Ma.

Sometimes life feels like one big balancing act. One of these days, I'm bound to slip. Until then, I'll fly.

Nature takes back the truck

Found on Rt. 2. Probably been there since before I was born.

Haiku

I know a hermit. He's been in my life for a long time now, and suffice it to say, I've learned a lot from him. Jack never saw me as inferior even when I was 8 and he was...timeless as always. For this reason, I've always heeded his advice. I visited him this summer. I told him I considered some photographs to be visual haiku. My haiku is somewhat awkward, but the photographs I quite like.