10-18-2008, 03:13 AM
The past weekend was the peak moment for fall foliage here in Western Massachusetts. Here's a few pics I took.
My panorama skills are a little rough, but here's a view from Bear Swamp reservation in Ashfield, MA. That's Vermont in the distance.
The town of Ashfield has a great fall festival/ craft fair on Columbus Day weekend. Of course there are performers and this is Zoe Darrow, a local 18 yr old fiddle player. Think Cape Breton and Natalie McMaster as influences. She's a great performer and those interested in that kind of music watch out for her.
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Just an old log in the woods. I love the colors that appear in the autumn. It's either nature's way of compensating us for the coming winter or her way of softening us up for the kill.
In near-by Shelburne Falls there is a spot known as the potholes. There used to be a falls here, where the natives had a designated peace area where members of various tribes could hang and hunt without getting an arrow in the gizzard. Since the Deerfield was dammed up, the action of hard rock on softer rock has been revealed.
It used to be a great swimming place until the town got worried about lawsuits and the emergency crews got tired of hauling out of there overweight drunks who broke a leg or banged a head.
That dark area on the upper left is a spot where I have jumped in feet first with the idea of going down fast and finding the bottom. i never did.
My panorama skills are a little rough, but here's a view from Bear Swamp reservation in Ashfield, MA. That's Vermont in the distance.
The town of Ashfield has a great fall festival/ craft fair on Columbus Day weekend. Of course there are performers and this is Zoe Darrow, a local 18 yr old fiddle player. Think Cape Breton and Natalie McMaster as influences. She's a great performer and those interested in that kind of music watch out for her.
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Just an old log in the woods. I love the colors that appear in the autumn. It's either nature's way of compensating us for the coming winter or her way of softening us up for the kill.
In near-by Shelburne Falls there is a spot known as the potholes. There used to be a falls here, where the natives had a designated peace area where members of various tribes could hang and hunt without getting an arrow in the gizzard. Since the Deerfield was dammed up, the action of hard rock on softer rock has been revealed.
It used to be a great swimming place until the town got worried about lawsuits and the emergency crews got tired of hauling out of there overweight drunks who broke a leg or banged a head.
That dark area on the upper left is a spot where I have jumped in feet first with the idea of going down fast and finding the bottom. i never did.