Beneath The Button-Ball Tree.

While waiting for my car to be repaired (again!) I wandered out behind my mechanic’s place to a big Sycamore tree and took this picture:

This is along the banks of the Deerfield river, and the shoreline here was drastically changed by Tropical Storm Irene, leaving water-worn cobbles of every size and description where grassy banks used to be:

That trio of stones may have been arranged by a neighborhood kid, as they’re right in the central village.

I took my newly nimble steed for a test drive, finding little of interest photographically until I passed through upper Cummington at the end of the day and stopped for this lone maple, which I thought would look nice as a black and white photograph:

So, a light day of posting here at LBT.

And so it goes, and so it goes…