Concord Free Public Library

Late afternoon shadows fall on the Concord Library as November draws to a close.

Up Two No Good

Squirrels, the bane of the birdfeeder.

Stone Cottage

This stone home sits atop a hill with a magnificent view of open fields and the Sudbury River. It is also a favorite subject of a certain painter.
This photo was taken earlier in the fall.

Old North Cemetery

A Time to Reflect

Today we stop to reflect on what we are truly thankful for.

The Compost Heap

The rest home for unwanted pumpkins.

Winterberry

Winterberry
(Ilex verticillata)

This gorgeous plant is actually a deciduous holly that hides all summer behind green leaves. It loves to have its feet wet as in this location. In the fall it drops its leaves and exposes these magnificent red berries. A sprig of of winterberry is going for $14 at Whole Foods this week.

Midday Sky

Sunshine and storm clouds.

Storms a Brewin'

It looked extremely frightening, but there was no wind and virtually no rain that accompanied this storm front. The little red building in the center is a chicken coop. This picture is looking northwest.


This is the leading edge of the front looking southeast with a better view of the chickens.

Turska Kava and Šljivovica

This post is for my son who yesterday told me he had made the acquaintance of two Bosnian women. Ironically, a few hours later I unexpectedly ended up at a Bosnian restaurant in Somerville. Bosnia is a part of the old Yugoslavia from where my parents emigrated. So the food and beverages warmed me with memories and the šljivovica (plum brandy), warmed me in other ways.
Maybe we can go there when you come home for Thanksgiving, P. Have a safe trip.

Skywatch Friday

The leaves have all fallen but the fruit of the Bradford Pear remain for the robins who don't remember the concept of flying south for the winter. To see the fruit in its nascent form, click here.

While Waiting for the Light to Turn

A cold frosty morning on the way to work.


A brilliantly sunny afternoon on the way home.

The Auto Quarter Mile

Not so very long ago, Sudbury was a simple farming community. Now, it appears to be a destination for upscale automobiles. The latest arrival is BMW. Across the street are Land Rover and Bentley dealerships. No Chevy or Ford dealerships here. I suppose flying the largest American flag available makes up for not selling American cars.

Water Row

Water Row living up to its name. Heavy rains from this past weekend's Nor'easter flooded it yet again.
Some of you may recall that this is the same place I met Dave the Artist last spring.

Man's Best Friend

Near the entrance of the Lincoln Cemetery.

Me and My Shadow

Nelson's Farm

After driving nine hours, I crest a hill and see Nelson's Farm and Rice Lake ahead. Do you know that feeling that comes over you when you know you are home?

Road Trip

I thought I would share some photos from my trip to Canada to visit my father. This long country road that appears to never end is near my childhood home. The leaves have all fallen and the farm fields are resting.
As an aside, while eating supper with my father, this girl from Sudbury, MA, was seated by a gentleman from Sudbury, Ontario.

Tribute to Friendship

The significance of this photo is not that this is a picture of the Boston Post Road somewhere in New York state which eventually makes it way to Sudbury. The significance of this photo is how I came by it. I was in Canada this week and my computer crashed and I was afraid that I would not be able to fulfill my neurotic compulsion of posting for 365 consecutive days. I managed to relate this story to a fellow CDP member. That was Tash, over at Palos Verdes Daily Photo. She took the time to rummage through her own photos that might be relevant to Sudbury and passed them on to me. Tash, my computer has been revived, but I wanted to acknowledge your friendship and amazing thoughtfulness.

Veteran's Day

Today, I was driving back to Sudbury from Canada. Midway we stopped for lunch and entered a very crowded restaurant. We couldn't understand why there would be such a long wait on a Wednesday. Then we learned that lunch was on the house for Veterans. Inside were an array of Veteran's from every war since WWII wearing hats from every branch of the military.

Outside, I found these bikes that belonged to a couple of Veterans who were obviously Marines. They called themselves Leathernecks.

From the Ground Up

Bunker Hill Monument. Look way, way up and you will see a little peep hole from where I took the pictures of Charlestown and Boston.

It's not Livorno....

Tug boats on Charlestown's waterfront remind me of VP's Livorno.

A Parting Shot

The big modern city devouring the old North End.

More from Bunker Hill Monument

Needless to say, this is not Sudbury where we have one acre zoning. This is Charlestown which, because of its proximity to downtown Boston, is being gentrified and the Irish population is dwindling. However, when I went there with my friend Joan, we unexpectedly ran into three of her relatives and a lady who recognized her from high school. Nothing like that old home town feel. (I think the green house in the middle was where she grew up.) By the way, the locals call themselves Townies.

View from Bunker Hill Monument

I visited Charlestown with a friend who grew up there. Charlestown is part of Boston, a thickly settled community, bursting at the seams with history, squeezed into one square mile. We climbed the 294 steps to the top of the Bunker Hill Monument and were treated to magnificent views of Boston. In this shot you can see the TD Garden on the left, home of the Celtics and the Bruins. In the center is the Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Memorial Bridge. Beyond the Garden, you can see the golden dome of the State House.
The picture is not too clear because it was taken through some thick and dirty plexiglass.

Japanese Maple

This morning I awoke to find my Japanese Maple had turned from deep burgundy to brilliant red overnight. My two other maples made the change last week and have already dropped their leaves but this guy decided to take his time. What a lovely gift.

Hang Your Head in Shame

Yes, hide your faces, you should be ashamed. You've gotten so lazy that you no longer fly south for the winter. Tsk, tsk.

Sudbury River

The Sudbury River in Concord.

Down a Concord Alley

The last warm days bring out the bikers, the strollers, the crawlers and the walkers...and they are never that far from their cell phones.

Theme Day: Doorways

Airing out the barn earlier this fall.

Click here to view thumbnails for all participants in today's doorway theme.