I continue to be just stunned by the powerful shift that comes from walking Nicole Grubman’s “loop roads”—see her book I Left my Sole in Vermont—both because of the “speed,” or lack thereof, and the looping. She speaks of this in the book quite elegantly.
Yesterday morning, Rob and Michael and I walked the roads of Cabot, simply gorgeous and all the more so by it being a crisp (18F) morning. On the three-mile walk we encountered two cars, a tractor and an old man “jogging” with his dog. Not bad.
Tamarack’s in their full glory
Imagine working this field!
Michael and Rob walking ahead
The view at the top of this rise is a gift…
…and this is it!
The Bothfeld farm is still very much alive and well.
I love the contrast.
A short trip from the farm to the cemetery where many of the original settlers were buried including several who died in 1812.
The door of the nearby West Hill schoolhouse, beautifully restored.
What a year for apples!
Last night I flew to NYC where I am encountering thousands of cars and tens of thousands of people. Also not bad but so different it makes my head spin.
The George Washington bridge as it looked last night upon our arrival into NYC!
Still Learning To See 
Oh, John! Your pictures and sentiment continue to leave me breathless at times. The opening picture of the “Blue Mountains” (not Green…at least here…this time of year!) is exquisite. I feel like I have been on the walk with you, Rob and Michael. Thanks!
It will be fun to walk with you on this or other roads soon!
I’ll walk with you too – in my mind and heart. Beautiful images – wide views of countryside, and small details combine to make a variety of scenes. Thank you, John. Marg Pifer
Thanks Marg. I’m thrilled that you can “walk” with me. Where should we go next?!?