Elma Washington a Summer Afternoon
A trip to another Mill town. Walking new streets I have seen before.
This one being a Lumber Mill. Two towns actually Elma and McCleary. This on the road out of Elma but I found more compelling images in Elma.
Reflections of days gone by suit my seeing. Stories seen in the layers of downtown. In both towns tales of boom and bust told by residential homes sections that were built at the boom time all very similar. Then another group built 10-20 years later.
Downtown repurposed store fronts some with false fronts like a western movie. But here it is life past and present. Thrift shops pot shops and wood pellets. Friendly people 90% wore masks and greeted us as we strolled through town.
Eloquent detailed mosaic speaks of better times.
Peace can be found among the Goldenrod’s, the sun and the breeze. Breathing well Nikon in hand strolling. Seeing a blend of memories, emotion a moment happens when I depress the shutter. The moment, the emotion is complete to share with you.
The Bank of Elma sits waiting for the next boom, restoration life. Many moments this day present, past, joyous, sad woven into humanity.
Seek the highlight as I do but also see the shadows without which there would be no highlight.
Coventry arriving in 1954
Willimantic was the big City maybe cause I was 0-4 in Worcester so Willi assumed the role. Perhaps the first car expanded my world.
Happy nails spent many a day there of course in it’s prior life as Willimantic Camera and video.
The Brick School House in Coventry 1825, no I did not attend school there. I went to the Center School on Main Street that later burned down.
Coventry New England country life. Waiting for spring after coffee at Bruce’s we took a short ride finding before I found an image. March but the last time by the pond was still iced over. Now just barely visible are the red tree and bush buds. Here in Olympia I have flowers blossoming in my garden.
Not a home of mine, it is at Carl’s in Manchester. I lived in a couple places in Manchester oh the tales form 1969, ’70 another post. For now just a place were I was always at home Carl’s.
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