Poem

I have a new window to look out of,
new branches to learn, new winds to listen to,
and a new horizon to understand.
Something good may come from this.
From these new windows- Each Spring
is the newest and first spring for every
single budding flower, and for newly born
leaves to flourish in the sunlight until it’s
time to drop and fly into the crisp October air.

-M. Taggart

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It Hides Itself with Seasons – New England

It’s crisp with crunching leaves then humid with summer nights.  Its snow is deep and winters long with flowers growing wild in the spring.  It hides itself with seasons.  New England.  -M. Taggart

Shelburne Falls, MA.  Home of the famous bridge of flowers. This hidden town is worth a visit. Photograph courtesy of Robert Ford. http://fineartamerica.com/featured/fall-colors-shelburne-falls-massachusetts-robert-ford.html

Westerly, RI.  A well known path by locals.

Roughly 30 minutes from Mystic, CT.

Montague, MA.  Long before this old mill was transformed into a rustic pub it was among my father’s favorite fishing holes.

Rangeley, ME.  You can’t get there from here.

Somewhere near Greenville, ME.  A bit of a hidden location where I was taught to fly fish.

Ninigret Park.   Charlestown, RI. Photo taken from one of the paths overlooking the salt water pond.

Gill, MA.  My home town. Tom Brady once sent a contact to view the estate settled on top of this hill.

Block Island, RI. Where I fell in love with a silhouette.

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