This was not the adventure we were expecting.

S: The adventure I was expecting, and in fact had planned on, was yet one more of countless walks alone through the historic district near my house, musing on its pre-colonial and pivotal railroad-era history, snapping pictures of storefronts and telling their stories. The adventure I got was a jaunt out for coffee with an old friend which became a four-hour exploration of but two blocks of Main street, its side streets and its covered alleyways and awnings, in intermittent cold pouring rain. I couldn't possibly have planned it, and more importantly wouldn't have done it had there been any planning involved. Yet this mad dash from shelter to shelter, our encounters with spiderwebs in converted gaslamps and other newly-discovered details of a town whose history I know going back a hundred and fifty years, the cackling laughter and camaraderie made for a perfect treasured moment instead of a fun but ultimately ordinary evening.

We missed a lot of standard photo opportunities running back and forth across the empty streets and ducking into alleys, yes, but we could take those photographs any time. Of what we have instead, some of which are appropriately spooky to post this week, colour photos are saille's and the one black and white one that turned out is robin's. clicky images for commentary.



Happy Halloween.