A small town on the river.
It's nothing but small, old town on the river.
My home town. The view down river from the mills looking back at them. The water is rarely this still as this is a tidal river from the mills on. Some of the mills have been turned into condos. Some are unoccupied. And there's still a tiny bit of business still happening here. The granite buildings are huge, imposing, and amazing considering they were constructed 170 years ago.
Terrible view of one of my favorite places in my home town. The library. We lived just a block or so west of here and I spent a considerable part of my youth here as there were no books in my house until I got old enough to start buying them.
Below, an old-fashioned fishing weir.
Took these photos yesterday as certain family members had to attend a funeral, leaving me with my daughter and boyfriend. After spending the day at the lake, we had dinner down town and then took a walk down behind the mills.
Haven't done a ton of stitching. A bit of needlepoint. And a bit on my current Quaker sampler. Tomorrow is Boston and Fenway!