Sixty miles west of Boston, Massachusetts there is the small New England town of Sturbridge. Located at the junction of I-90 (The Mass Pike), and I-84 it has become known as the "Crossroads of New England". The town was first settled over 300 years ago, and like other small New England towns it has grown just enough over the years to be in a difficult place today. How do we embrace the future without forgetting how we got to our present? How do we attract the right kind of growth, and maintain who we are? And, what about our culture out here in Central Massachusetts?
These pages will cause one to think about how to protect what we have, our future direction, and how to move on in the very best way.
Those thoughts, and other ramblings, will hopefully inspire more thought, conversation, action, and occasionally a smile...
...seems to be working so far
Sunday, December 7, 2008
I like to look at snow. It offers a good contrast between the gray and black colors of late fall, and adds definition to the landscape. When the sun hits a field of fresh snow at just the right angle it can take your breath away.
No sun today, but as I stare off in the woods behind this old house, and study the tree branches that cover the stream, and the ground along its banks I realize I am only watching the first few brush strokes of winter.
This winter landscape is far from finished.