I try to go walking around our neighborhood a lot so I don't go stir crazy in the house.
Is it a holiday of some kind? Perhaps some sort of flag competition I was unaware of?
There's a neat old church a block over. One gets to it by passing through the super-secret slate-roofed portal.
I like mission style lights, and I approve this arbor.
"I'll meet you at the cemetery gates. Keats and Yeats are on your side, while Wilde is on mine." A Smiths quote is almost always appropriate. Almost.
Quite a lot of grave markers from the 1800s. RIP, Sarah Jewett. She was younger than me when she died, yet she was a wife and a mother several times over.
This house across the street was begging to be sepia toned.
Walking through this area makes me feel almost as though I were in the Lake District. This neighbor has the "romantic English garden" down pat. I adore it.
As small as the village is, I still find new and interesting things almost every time I go walking. More to come: I was going to take some pictures of Old Town Center, which the church and these houses cluster around, but there was a lady sitting by the fountain eating lunch. I didn't want to bother her. Next time.
1 comment:
What a great neighborhood! I love the English garden pic too. Gardening like that looks so effortless until you try to create your own!
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