A continuation of my Walking Pictures page just because the original was
getting too big. I fairly often take 100 pictures a day or so and only a
small fraction of those make it even this far. I got my current camera
10/23/2013 and by 12/28/2013 I'd taken 1777 pictures with it.
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OK, obviously these have nothing to do with walking. A couple pictures of 2
of my sister's cats. Because of my living situation I haven't been able to
have a cat in about 10 years and I really miss them.
This one's very timid and scared of everything. She was scared of this piece
of paper until I tore a piece off and balled it up for her to chase then
she got the idea.
There are 2 black males I haven't learned to tell apart yet. They aren't
afraid of much except things like the new blender in the house.
Looking down Schoolhouse Road from within 100 feet of where I live now to
way down at the bottom is the blue house I lived in when I was about 5.
Taking pictures this day during a minor snow storm as an experiment. Not
enough snow to need boots, I did this in sneakers.
The Riddle place across the field and through the snow.
West of where I live looking south. That's Bassett Road along the right edge.
An apple tree in the foreground with the Riddle place and woodpile behind.
The crossroads where Schoolhouse Road, South Road and Bassett Road meet. Barely
visible in the distance is the old Will Rainville place.
Looking down Bassett Road.
Inside the local hollow tree. The bottom of this opening is about 7 feet
above ground and goes up at least 6 feet. I just stuck my camera up in there
and let autofocus try to do its thing. Maybe next time I'll lug a stepladder
over there. I didn't expect to find the inside this attractive but I really
like the exposed wood grain.
There's an earlier picture of this without snow. I used to live here when I
was about 5.
Rusty barn roof, with wood shingles underneath.
The main barn across the road from the house. This is in some of my
grandmother's pictures from the 1940s.
A tiny piece of the Heath topo map showing the roads I walk on. Today
(12/28) I was at the corner of South & Burrington toward the lower right
of this map where the 445 (elevation in meters) is. The house shows as a
black dot, the barns are empty squares. That's a big hill, like 140 feet
climb (in elevation) to get home but I'm gradually working up to it.
Barn at the Riddle place from the edge of the field where South Road takes a
corner and goes down to Chief's house.
Catching the house and barn between trees. The wind was from the north so
turning down this road got me out of the wind.
Only you can prevent forest fires... Actually the landowner likes to burn
brush and a few times it's gotten a little out of hand so he had to call the
fire department. If this tree hadn't been dead anyway it wouldn't have caught
Riddles from out beyond the mailbox collection by the corner. Woodpile near
This was done with a free ray tracing program called Povray I used to use a lot in the 1990s.
The source code is here, about 78 lines.
Originally done just before Christmas, it intends to look like 2000
Christmas ornaments floating in space. I make an array of colors so colors
of the balls are consistent, then 2000 times I go through a loop and make a
sphere at random xyz coordinates, picking one of the predefined colors. The
spheres are all the same size, the distance from the camera varies. Change
the seed to the random number generator and you'll get a totally different
set of balls.
Added here 12/31/2013
Barn next door with a little snow.
Equipment shed with snow. The big Farmall's up by the house.
Deer tracks in the snow on Royer Road.
Mike & Cindy's driveway with the foliage really gone.
Looking out Royer Road. My walking stick slipped on the ice about here and I
was leaning on it too hard, almost went down.
An old saw rig for cutting up firewood.
Horses next door. They usually won't have much to do with me, this is as close as they got today.
Back yard, mountains, clouds, Gleason's
Povray Christmas trees, color and white
Because it's a raytracer I can move the camera and look between the rows. The
C source that makes the Povray file. Set all_white
to 0 for color, 1 for white.
756 Christmas trees, about all I can do at once without running out of RAM.
These are randomly half white and half colors.
Downtown Charlemont center for anybody that misses it. I never lived in this
part of town but I used to shovel some of these walks as part of my first job.
The best store this side of Foster-Farrar in Northampton. It fascinated me when
I was 10 years old and still does at 59. Established 1861, now on its 3rd generation
of family ownership. They have just about everything you can think of, at fair
prices. If it's not in the store itself try the back rooms or the barns across
An old barn in East Charlemont. This time I actually stopped, got out, took
several pictures. I haven't learned to watch out for distracting things like
the branch at the left but there were several trees in the way.
Beside the road: cross country ski tracks and deer tracks. Too many people out
there today, I don't usually go out on weekends for that reason. I moved here
to get away from crowds but they feel they've got a right to park and walk
wherever they want.
Just a view looking south. This snow isn't many days old, some deer and dog
tracks out there.
Yup, the house next door again, big adventure. Notice the tractor used for
The deer have been having a party under the apple trees digging up apples.
This is about 20 feet from where I sleep.
Another Povray Christmas tree. The only light comes from strings of (virtual)
Christmas tree bulbs inside the layer of ornaments. If you look closely you'll
notice the individual balls are lit from strange directions, some even backlit.
Unfortunately the mix of all those colors inside ends up being white light.
The bulbs are about 1/3 the size of the ornaments. Yeah, I need to get a life.
I'm trying. C source
Frost crystals on a south facing window. It was about 3 degrees outside, not
much warmer where I was.
Today curiosity got me down to the barns, etc. I can see down the field from
where I live. I can't really call it a farm because the owner lives
somewhere else, he just has 2 barns, a sugarhouse, some cows and a bunch of
junk here. These are organic beef, this isn't a dairy farm.
3 friends probably, the one on the far side chewing a cud. As far as I know
they're outdoors by choice, they have a heavy winter coat. I grew up on
dairy farms where the cows were in a barn all winter and they were
delighted to get out in the spring. Always a bunch of running and kicking
up heels, it was quite a sight.
2 barns and a sugarhouse. Actual working barns, not antiques used for
storing stuff or empty. Not very picturesque overall, there's an incredible
amount of junk but it mostly sits off in the woods where nobody sees it.
Looking up the road past the barns. This is a dirt road which was quite icy
but well sanded on top.
Beyond the barns. Somewhere down there is a millionaire with a big windmill
but my hands were getting cold so I didn't go any farther than the barns.
An old wasp or yellow jacket nest, bigger than your head. I'd guess this
wasn't used this past summer but the one before because there's quite a lot
Plenty of photons out there, not many degrees, about 15° F. This is a
shot from the driveway where I live, the barns I was at are across the road
from the house you can see. Clean lens for once.
Horse in light snow.
Entrance to Royer Road. Plowed, not traveled.
Driveway to Mike & Cindy's, no tracks out there.
Plow turnaround and looking out Royer Road from the end of the driveway.
This was a branch once.
OK, so these aren't mares.
I wish we'd get a real winter with at least a foot of snow that would stay
around a while. We get a foot then 2 or 3 days of rain and 50 degrees so it's
all gone again. More rain predicted tomorrow. Global warming, bad for the ski
and tourism industries, and just about everything else.
Alright, I'd been describing the opening in this hollow tree, here it is with
something for scale. I lugged this small stepladder over there so I
could reach inside the opening better.
The stepladder is 2 feet tall, knee height. This hole is big enough to climb
into standing up.
This is inside the hollow looking down. I'd already done a picture looking
up. (See 12/28/2013) There's an odd twist to this opening, it might be an old
lightning strike that the tree survived.
Looking at the far side of the opening and a hole in the far side where a
branch used to be. There's already a big dead branch on the ground that fell
in the last couple of weeks, I'm not sure this will be standing by next
winter. I'd have to look for leaves in the summer to know if it's still
Another dead decaying tree laying on the ground. There are spots on the
exposed wood and lichens on the bark. Some forms of decay I find
attractive in their colors, these are middle of the road.
A bunch of dead limbs and a stone wall.
A bunch of trees in a little clump on top of the hill near where I live.
Field beyond, woods and mountains beyond that. This is inside a pasture so when
the cattle are here, they knock things down and trample on them.
There's this old farm on a road between Charlemont and Heath. The barns
are in fairly good condition, the house has been bulldozed instead. I
didn't step off the road, but nobody lives here to complain about me taking
This was a dairy farm I assume from this big barn with room to milk lots of
cows. These barns seem to have slate roofs which is a considerable expense
but probably why they're still standing. I've always thought they were a wiser
choice than the usual 30 year shingles. These ridge lines look fairly
straight, no rotted ridge poles here.
There's another building in back but since it's posted I didn't set foot off
the road. Surge is a brand of milking machines, these signs used to be all
I like this expanse of red wall. Notice the tiny door at the lower right,
that's probably where the milk truck would put its hose in to get a batch of
milk. It's not a cat door.
No idea what this added-on part was for, but you can look in the front door
and out through the cracks in the back wall. The stone foundation seems to
continue under this so there was probably some building here before this
Wood shingles on the end, a silo with no roof, all this could be fixed up.
If they let it sit a few more years it will be a lot harder.
Mud season in January, the stretch of road just beyond this has sizable
Another hollow tree in the dooryard of the old Rainville place.
The old Rainville place. I've taken pictures of this from my side of the
valley, this is from the road in front.There's a bit of a haunted house look
about this, I see people working on it once in a while.
Looking across the valley at the house where I live. I like the effect of
having the foreground trees in focus as well as the distant part. That's
Bassett Road beyond that line of trees in the middle of the picture.
And to think I used to call this place home. Notice the tractor parked at the
top of the driveway ready to plow. We're expecting 6-10 inches tomorrow.
The model B, if that's what it is, still sitting about where it was 6 months
ago. One front tire doesn't look too healthy.
Looking out Royer Road. I measured the other day with the odometer and this
is a 1/2 mile walk from where I live, and it takes me about 1/2 hour to walk
here, so getting here means I've done what walking I should do in a day. 1
mile per hour, never thought I'd get that slow.
The horses, well, they do what they do. Once in a while they cooperate and I
can get a picture. Sometimes they're in the barn, sometimes out in the woods.
Everything's getting old. This is Schoolhouse Road and this says something
about the South Schoolhouse being built 1770, I hadn't paid attention to the
fact that it's too overgrown to read anymore.
I guess I believe robins more than groundhogs, but this guy isn't finding many
Here's to the inglorious,
the ones clearing the world two feet at a time.
No monster tires or trucks,
no women with champagne at the finish line.
Just one lone guy trudging along,
rarely paid or thanked.
For the privilege of being able to go to work tomorrow.
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