Visitors redux
Glad to see visitors from Romania, Indonesia, and China today - feel free to comment (just click the pencil icon at the bottom of a post) and to tell a friend about my blog. Norvellhimself!!
Timb!! - Redux
Oh Chickadee perched on a limb
A fluffy ball no longer slimb
Tho full of vigor and of vimb
You sit so proper and so primb
As I photograph you on a whimb
Tell me, are you her or are you himb
Tell me, are you her or are you himb
Hey what the heck I'll call you Timb
As you feed here in winter grimb
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smck 9 Feb '13
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| just felt like re-posting this - it was fun to do |
Mill Race
Well the view above is really not the mill race but rather the tail race. Some time ago - long before I was born and possibly even before my father was born, the North East Creek had been dammed - in lovely Port Deposit Granite - and a millrun dug perpendicular to the creek (still in evidence near the police station, though it now is dry and overgrown in briars, honey suckle, trees and feral cats) that ran to the Mill. When I was just a young elementary school boy the mill was in disrepair but the race still ran deep and the mechanism of the turning wheels was much in evidence. However beyond the mill and the drop-off the tailrace ran somewhat parallel to Main Street and exited to the river as you see above on the right of the photo. Many a family at the end of town would row a small rowboat up the tail race and carry their shopping home in the little boat rather than arm-load it home a longer way by street.
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