Charmed and rooted

Left. Right...left, right. Not a tennis match, but instead I am absolutely charmed by the scenery and architecture here in New England. I can't help it really since this was my home for six decades. But it's more than that. Old roadside houses one after the other. Then the blacksmith shop. And barn and barn and barn still standing strong beyond crumbling field stone walls. Pardon me while I relish it all. Big house. Little House. Back House. Barn...like a rhyme.

In these as in all my travels I most often seek the long and winding road (and in life, I suppose) which does lead to adventures. I'm not sure I've ever really felt lost on roads like this. I just wonder what's around the next corner.

I let the antiquity wash over me and honor it. Imagine the stories...if the stones and beams could talk. So I choose the old general store at a funky crossroads in Worthington, Massachusetts, where roads paved now were once foot and horse paths. For now this is what I chose to paint with its crooked quirks and roof, holding so many secrets tucked among handhewn boards. Here the hush of history and roots...at this crossroads in my days.