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The Snow Was Beautiful. It Was Time to Walk
By the time I went home, I was wet and tired but happy

It was Christmas day for this old man. We experienced our first significant snowfall of winter. I warmed up the car, cleared the snow, and was on my way. I took a round trip through four communities before making my way home.
Some photos worked, others went to the trash bin, never to see daylight again. I revisited the Doyle Estate as my last stop. The property is beautiful year-round, but I find something magical about monochrome images with snow falling.
Apple Hill Farm
My first stop was Apple Hill Farm, which required driving up a steep incline with front-wheel drive. It’s probably not the smartest thing to do, but I’ve been driving in snow my entire life. A little bit of snow wasn’t going to deter me.
There’s an old truck staged on the property that draws a lot of onlookers, and for good reason. It’s a quintessential New England photo opportunity, especially during the fall and winter.
The 1761 Old Mill
I eventually found my way to the Old Mill in Westminster, about 15 miles away, a business that’s been in operation since 1761. Originally a sawmill, the Old Mill became a restaurant after World War II. During its 263 years of operation, just three families have owned the Old Mill.

You might say it has some history.


I wasn’t entirely happy with my photos, but I found three I’d happily attach my name to. I prefer to shoot in black and white when it’s snowing, but I made an exception for two images.


The Doyle Estate
The Doyle estate is a winter wonderland I can’t resist when snow falls. By the time I arrived, the storm had strengthened, adding a few more inches of the white powder to the ground.
The canopy kept the snow to a minimum on the trails. The weather did little to impede the will of nature and fitness enthusiasts, as evidenced by the footprints. But the field, where the snow was about eight inches deep, was less traveled. That was fine by me. I have no concerns about hiking through the snow.
My concession to the snow was not to copy my previous winter trek at Doyle. I wasn’t interested in plagiarizing my work. I walked around the fields, looking for a different point of view.


I spent Saturday in Stockbridge, home of the Norman Rockwell Museum, and Sunday walking in snow. I’d call that a good weekend.
Thanks for reading.
