Local Flavor: Frost Cabin



Fall's gorgeous, for sure. The colors have really lit-up today (Sunday) and I'm going to be shooting some crazy colors later-on, but here are a few photos of a walk up at the Robert Frost cabin on Route 125 from Wednesday. Ostensibly we were there to fly kites, but the wind had died-down by the time we got there, so we mostly just enjoyed the long shadows and the drift into autumn.

Like last week, this week has been intense on the work side. I've been so all-out that I haven't even had time to get stuff posted for show-and-tell (and sale) at all. Last night I did a photo shoot for 15 or so instruments, though, so you folks will get your instrument-delight brain-fix pretty soon.

The weather's been tricking us, too. We had some 25-degree frosts in the mornings and 50-degree days for much of one week, but now it's been beautiful and in the 70s for a week straight. I can't argue with that for outdoor roaming.




Comments

Michael Mulkern said…
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting
and autumn a mosaic of them all."
-Stanley Horowitz
Unknown said…
"Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not take them both,
I chose the Gibson."