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The ruins next to the road.

Route 8, Otis MA 1/16/20

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dark days

how that which was bright and happy became

shadowed and sad

simple shapes shining in the sun become

complex patterns of darkness

the good thought is fading away-

into the dismal dreams of dark days

houses once sweet and hopeful

are slowly shifting into

Gothic nightmares,

even the flowered meadow seems to

weep in the windy rain

trains go by with sinister sounds

under black skies

color is draining from the countryside until it becomes

a black and white negative

of what once was

it’s so hard to remember the light-

smiles that vanished in a heartbeat

joy that blew away like dead leaves

because the sun went down some dark alley,

lost on some haunted highway that only leads into the

dismal dreams of dark days

the love that turned bitter

the hope that turned sour

the youth that wandered into old age-

lost accomplishments are flowing towards the sewer in raging streams

the woods, once so bright and inviting

now in deepest night with so many fearful beasts

just out of sight

the lost path is pulling me in-

my soul is reaching through the storm,

past the nameless people with featureless faces

into the dismal dreams of dark days

but please, please!

don’t make me stay

please Mr. Sunshine won’t you come

and take me away

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This tree was cut down.

The grave, engulfed by a tree. Looks like the roots have begun the crush the bottom of this stone. 

Palisado Cemetery 4/14/17

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We've all been there-

NEVERNEVERLAND

it could be the twilight zone

only not as exciting on a week to week basis

the bars closed hours ago and the 4 o’clock hour is

walking a razor thin line on the edge of 5am

here in

neverneverland

relegated to late night

TV hell

please don’t tell me how to get rich quick,

I want to think but not about

rotisserie cookers

and why am I watching TV at all if I want to think?

because sometimes I just want to sink deep, deep into the thick nonsense of

neverneverland

I mean lets not forget it was Ray Bradbury who once said that at 3am

a man’s soul is at it’s lowest ebb

and let me tell you-it’s true

demons come out, hide with vicious eyes

just out of sight, in shadows waiting to startle like some 

twisted arcade ride

a lot of rides go wrong

a lot of hurt lasts 

a very long time

come play on the merry go round of 

neverneverland

and then-just when you thought you were drifting off,

blocking out the sound of morning birds and restless cats

a thought buried deep beneath the surface is suddenly revived 

like some stupid monster who of course

won’t stay dead

that ridiculous conversation you reviled perhaps or

that one thing you meant to do

stuck now in this dead zone

this lifeless tomb where you sit alone in rumination,

becoming cold like the granite stones surrounding you

but hey, don’t worry it’s alright, it’s just one of the great emotions you can feel

on the endless trip through

neverneverland 

when the sun rose

did all those dreams dry up and disappear?

drifting in streams forever through a place called

neverneverland

the light has banished the dark night

but somewhere there’s still a broken down street

with lifeless puppet people-

they’ll be performing on a stage much, much later

the lost theater of

neverneverland

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NEVERNEVERLAND

it could be the twilight zone

only not as exciting on a week to week basis

the bars closed hours ago and the 4 o’clock hour is

walking a razor thin line on the edge of 5am

here in

neverneverland

relegated to late night

TV hell

please don’t tell me how to get rich quick,

I want to think but not about

rotisserie cookers

and why am I watching TV at all if I want to think?

because sometimes I just want to sink deep, deep into the thick nonsense of

neverneverland

I mean lets not forget it was Ray Bradbury who once said that at 3am

a man’s soul is at it’s lowest ebb

and let me tell you-it’s true

demons come out, hide with vicious eyes

just out of sight, in shadows waiting to startle like some 

twisted arcade ride

a lot of rides go wrong

a lot of hurt lasts 

a very long time

come play on the merry go round of 

neverneverland

and then-just when you thought you were drifting off,

blocking out the sound of morning birds and restless cats

a thought buried deep beneath the surface is suddenly revived 

like some stupid monster who of course

won’t stay dead

that ridiculous conversation you reviled perhaps or

that one thing you meant to do

stuck now in this dead zone

this lifeless tomb where you sit alone in rumination,

becoming cold like the granite stones surrounding you

but hey, don’t worry it’s alright, it’s just one of the great emotions you can feel

on the endless trip through

neverneverland 

when the sun rose

did all those dreams dry up and disappear?

drifting in streams forever through a place called

neverneverland

the light has banished the dark night

but somewhere there’s still a broken down street

with lifeless puppet people-

they’ll be performing on a stage much, much later

the lost theater of

neverneverland

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The old meeting house, built in 1754. West Granville MA 6/16/17

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Detail of a plaque located at the entrance to the Old Yard showing the early style and late of the master carver Zerubbabel Collins. This burial ground is a great place to visit if you want to see some beautiful folk art from the 18th century.

The Old Yard

Columbia CT 2019

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the stairway to heaven

chesterfield nh 7/3/17

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New England gothic. East Hartland CT 4/2/18

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Mother Mary won't you pray for us sinners?

Arms Cemetery

Shelburne MA 5/20/20

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2016

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Grove Street Cemetery 2017

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2017

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It's acutally called Edwards Cemetery. This sign is gone now.

The old burying ground, established in 1708. “God’s Acre” South Windsor CT 2017

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O! Relentless Death! Another grave from Zerubabbel Collins in Bennington VT.

2017

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2017

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In case you can't read the sign above the grave it says Zerubbabel Collins. He's probably my favorite carver from the 18th century. His winged souls are very original and beautiful.

2017