Ceaseless Waterfalls

The cool waters of Carr Brook slip over a forest-shaded cliff, descending into a ceaseless whirlpool at the bottom of a rugged ravine just a few miles east of the Connecticut River.


A Millstone and Main’s Saw

Perched beside the sluiceway of a two-acre millpond in the heart of Ledyard, the old Main Sawmill has remarkably changed hands only twice since it was constructed back in the 1870s.


Abiding Guardian of Newport Harbor

This humble Newport Harbor Lighthouse, now over 170 years old, has faithfully kept watch over seven generations of mariners and Rhode Islanders alike.


Sheffield Revenant

As Waterbury grew to be an industrial powerhouse in the 1800s, the steep gorge of Hancock Brook posed a routine impediment to the transport of goods eastward. That all changed with the new Sheffield Street iron bridge…


Waking the Shadows of Mount Tom

Despite being a fairly small lake, at only about 55 acres, Mount Tom Pond actually straddles a “tri-point” of town boundaries at Litchfield, Morris and Washington.


Taft’s Crossing on the Ottauquechee

The iconic Taftsville Covered Bridge reaches nearly 200 feet across the Ottauquechee River in Central Vermont, its timber frame perched on massive abutments high above the rock-strewn gorge below.


Veiled Realm of Black Rock

Connecticut’s Black Rock State Park hearkens back to an ancient history of graphite mining which is still largely shrouded in mystery.


Guardian of the East Passage

It seemed for many years as if the idea of building a lighthouse along the Rhode Island coast at Newport’s Castle Hill was doomed to fail.


Texas Longhorns in New England

Enclosed by a mesh of chain-links, distinctive Texas Longhorns laze away the early morning on a feed lot in Connecticut’s Naugatuck Valley.


Square Bales and Summertime

Despite their rectangular shape, bales of hay such as these are typically referred to as “square bales” and offer the convenience of being easily moved by hand.


Hopewell Relics

A towering smokestack rises above derelict masonry walls and empty window frames, all that’s left of the 19th-century Hopewell Woolen Mill.


Coburn Hideaway

The absence of a footpath, as well as the overall remoteness of the place, makes it likely that I’ve been the only person in many decades to peer up from the foot of these cascades. That’s worth every scraped elbow and labored breath!