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Wild simplicity, that’s where you’ll find me; standing in a crowded forest fitted and overpopulated with vegetation, studying outstretched finger-like-needles reaching for further growth, not spewing only for lack of vocals, and all the while I’m standing, watching, learning- It’s only a forest, like all others, on a simple and mild day with nothing to see. Here.

-M. Taggart

Poem – the leaves

Outside the condo window
from the second floor
I could see, maybe, a few thousands leaves

Now, outside my office window,
in our house, I see millions.

I haven’t a clue what to do with myself.

I watch them far too often and become
completely lost

Good weather. Bad weather. No weather.
A slight breeze

I have a lot to learn
from these leaves

-M. Taggart

A Storm To Be – A Short Story

You could smell it. The freshness. The cool-crisp taste transferring from your nose to your tongue. It would snow today. The clouds would become darker, heavier even, and would produce moisture and eventually droplets of ice forming around particles of dust and the ice would drop and form into flakes of snow. Later he would stand outside and let the snow flakes land on his face. He wanted to know the storm like he knew the land around him. He’d walked the woods and surrounding farmlands, with their brooks and stone walls, his entire life. He knew the sounds of the forest; the creatures that are loudest at night, and the slightest of foot were sometimes the largest predators. He knew where, deep in the woods, a canopy of trees opened perfectly as though it were an eye focused upward and forcing him to truly focus. Yes, he wanted to know the storm as he knew the land, and the storm would need to be welcomed.

copyright 2016  -M. Taggart

 

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Chillingly Beautiful -Western MA II

Western Massachusetts is a chillingly beautiful region where creativity comes from blood.  -M. Taggart.

Turners Cold
This building is located on the bank of the Connecticut River in Turners Falls, MA.  Many children have dared one another to enter any one of the old mill buildings. Some of which are dilapidated and empty.

Gill Bridge
This bridge stands some 80 plus feet above the Connecticut River in Gill, MA. It is truly beautiful. However, for locals, it unfortunately holds a haunting reputation. Sometimes the bodies aren’t found until spring, caught on the banking of an island downstream.

Mill Turners
A building left in ruins, Turners Falls, MA. It’s rumored one of the Fallout games was designed after the crumbling mill buildings found in Turners Falls. Photo Credit eofp.net.

B of F
The famous Bridge of Flowers located in Shelburne Falls, MA. Photo credit, millbrookhousenews.

Flood Shelburne
The flood that nearly destroyed The Bridge of Flowers courtesy of Hurricane Irene in 2011.

Norman Rockwell
Norman Rockwell painting. The Normal Rockwell museum is located in Stockbridge, MA. The painter found inspiration within the hills of the Berkshires. Drive through them and you’ll understand.

inside
As a ‘hello’ to my friends back home, I had to include another Turners Falls photo. Did any of you make it to this hallway? And I wasn’t joking. Turners is rumored to be the inspiration for the Fallout Four release.

 

Strathmore.jpg
The Strathmore Paper Mill buildings in Turners Falls.

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And I leave you with this hidden gem of farmland. Only a few will know its location.

 

Thank you for reading and Cheers!

I invite you to learn about my self published book.

https://mtaggartwriter.wordpress.com/my-book/

Or read the reviews via the amazon link below.

Fallout Four / Turners connection: http://www.barcroft.tv/real-life-fallout-four-urban-historian-explores-locations-boston-massachusetts

Gill Bridge Photo Credit – Mapio.net

Strathmore Paper company photo credit – recorder.com

Emily Dickinson – A Great American Poet

The Sky is low – the Clouds are mean.
A Travelling Flake of Snow
Across a Barn or through a Rut
Debates if it will go-

A Narrow Wind complains all Day
How some one treated him

Nature, like Us is sometimes caught
Without her Diadem.

Final Harvest, Emily Dickinson.  414 (1075) page 241.

Gavin, smile at that Narrow Wind.  You’ll see him often and it should never ruin your mind.   And though clouds truly can be mean let the debates take place and observe- Nature is not against you.

And if you’re able to catch the snow flake, do.  Smile and let the rest wonder.

It's a chilly October day and you are just 34 days old in this picture.
It’s a chilly October day and you are just 34 days old in this picture.