With the sky overcast and the rain drizzling down, Mom and I packed up our cameras, my tripod, her umbrella and headed down the road to Falls Brook Falls. This brook ran thru my Grandmother's parents' homestead and she and her siblings played at this falls as children. The brook was also important as every morning, my Gram would take her younger brother and the herd of cows and follow the brook from the farm house and barn area down to the pasture. The brook was great since it would be before dawn when they headed out, but with the brook there to guide them, there was no fear of getting lost.







1 comment:
Great pictures to match a great gem from history! Miss you! Have a lovely, slooow time!
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