In the rural valley of Nepaug beneath the looming silhouette of Yellow Mountain, farmland is daubed with molten light upon awakening to another January morning.
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It wasn’t until the 20th-century, when much of New England’s age-old agrarian ways had faded, that rustic stone walls became romantic relics of a simpler, unhurried era in the region’s history.
“Mud Season” is the term for this time of year in New England: that month-long stretch in early spring when melting snows produces a thick slurry of mud upon the landscape.
The Lynde Point Lighthouse stands sentinel on Long Island Sound at the mouth of the Connecticut River, its column of neatly stacked windows peering towards the sea from a 65-foot brownstone tower.
Judging by the stillness in the cold air and the snowpack lingering upon the barnyard of this Glastonbury farm, it would be tough to tell that a season of renewed warmth is upon us.
While Newington’s Mill Pond Falls may measure a bit short, it is arguably more beloved than most waterfalls that are several times larger.
Lovers Leap State Park draws its name from an old legend which recounts that a Native American girl named Lillinonah, overcome with distraught over a lost lover, leapt to her death here in the Housatonic River.
Few places in Connecticut so strongly embodied the “post-apocalypse” aesthetic as Pleasure Beach, a deserted amusement park and cottage village which stood vacant for nearly two decades at the end of a 1.5-mile peninsula on Long Island Sound.
During the month of July, my Waterfalls of Connecticut exhibition will be on display at the Noah Webster Library Gallery in West Hartford, Connecticut.
These covered bridges embody core elements of New England life: beauty, ingenuity and hardship. So although they may have outlived their era of their functional relevance, but they have emerged with a more enduring role, standing as potent reminders of who we are amidst a world in which it’s so easy to lose ourselves.
For nearly 200 years, the Black Rock Lighthouse has been perched upon Fayerweather Island just off the coast of Bridgeport, Connecticut, weathering countless hurricanes, blizzards, floods and even the tireless efforts of several generations of vandals.
On this particular morning, I observed a beautifully moody display as the clouds sprawled across the sky over shadowy woodlands, reflecting from the mirror-like surface of Sperry Pond.