The barn goes up!
The barn goes up!
Chilly spring nights.
The suspension bridge across Beaver Brook.
Photo by Rob Gorski
The upper cottages.
Trout for breakfast.
Open fires are rare; We conserve dry wood for the stove-heated soaking tub.
Noah Kalina’s photograph of the Brook.
It’s my experience that artist communities are almost always camps because they appropriate space that nobody else wants (at the time), but by virtue of a creative progressive view of neighborhoods they create a demand from others that ultimately marginalizes them, so they are forever transient.
Scout, one of our forest mutts.
Summer cabin at dusk.
Brian visits the swimming hole.
The brook usually ices over in January.
Dave
Brush bonfire.
The slope down to the Brook.
