The foliage was great, the weather wasn't, and I couldn't find anything.
So I went tourist, and visited Old Sturbridge Village, a recreation of what an 1830's town in Massachusetts would have been like. It was pretty interesting, really. The buildings are either old (some *are* original buildings) or just look very old. Everything was made the old way, by hand tools and such, so it seems quite authentic to say the least.
And they still make things the old way. I watched them making apple cider in a huge press, a process that made me appreciate modern filtering and pastuerization. The blacksmith actually made a Hooked Piece Of Metal, but I am easily interested by such things. The cooper gave a demo of making a barrel, and believe me when I say that it wasn't an easy process! Ugh! Praise the heavens for cardboard, eh?
Their is no doubt that the buildings have an amazing amount of charm, looking/being so old. If I had been there on the correct fall day it would have been a truly beautiful place. Since today was not so imperfect, I implore you to stretch your imagination some.
Also, I'd love to see the place without tourists. They kept getting in my pictures. Grr!
The Grist Mill. I was truly bummed because the wheel wasn't turning.
The Saw Mill. I missed the demo, but the place would have been full of tourists anyway.
The Blacksmith making his Hooked Piece Of Metal. And two pictures that show my new-found admiration for hand-holding a 105mm lens at f/2.8 ISO 1600. I actually don't believe that these two shots look this good, I'll have to admit. And at 1/13 shutter the hammer looks cool. I was hoping for sparks flying, but it really was a wimpy Hooked Piece Of Metal.
His Shop. I keep thinking that this picture should have turned out better.
The Parson Meeting Hall, I think it was, in the center of the village. I wish that all the trees had looked like this.
The Cooper's workshop. This was probably the most picturesque image in the place, so add some extra imagination to this one.