Shooting the Merrimack River in Manchester from a rusty rail road bridge.
A lone fisherman amid the rocks.
As Laura said, “I’m not sure I would eat any fish that came out of that river.” It used to power the textile mills in the 1800’s and was renown as the most polluted river in America. Conservation efforts have reversed that fact but still…
On to Mack’s Apples which, though it disappointed in its lack of “Pumpkin People” the sedentary subjects gave great delight to photograph. So many shapes, sizes and colors. One of those 30 lb. Blue Hubbard squash would last me the entire winter, even if I ate it daily.
This cheeky little gourd just had to come home with me.