My Hometown

Being a photographer, I have sometimes envied others who lived near the seashore or in the mountains. “How lucky are they?” I thought, “to be surrounded by such beauty every day.” Over the years I’ve come to realize that I don’t have to travel far and wide to find beauty. It’s right outside my door.
I grew up in Southwick. I played here. I went to school here. I worked here. I fell in love with and married a Southwick girl. Our wedding was in the white church in the center of town. We moved away. Then we came back to raise our kids in Southwick . . . our hometown. I wrote a blog piece about it a couple of years ago.
A lot has changed over the years, but there is much that has remained the same. I could probably move to the seashore or the mountains and be very happy . . . but I would dearly miss my hometown, Southwick, Massachusetts.

Old Sturbridge Village

Autumn always fills me with nostalgia. What better way to travel back in time than an October visit to Old Sturbridge Village? Old Sturbridge Village (OSV) is a living museum located in Sturbridge, Massachusetts, in the United States, which re-creates life in rural New England during the 1790s through 1830s.The Village includes 59 antique buildings, three water-powered mills, and a working farm

Cape Cod

One of the perks of retirement is vacationing after Labor Day. The last weekend of September Lynne and I head for the Cape. The weather has been beautiful the last couple of years.The crowds are gone, but everything is still open.
I tried to capture a bit of the feel with this gallery.