falling rock


On my drive to New England I smiled at passing the signs warning motorists against “Falling Rock”. When I was little and sitting in the backseat, not the driver’s seat, this sign had designs on my imagination. Looking out the back window, I would eye the passing limestone and shale and picture it tumbling down behind the car. Always behind us, never in front, on the way up North. Why? Because I was entranced with my grandmother’s house on Arlington Pond.

I figured if the rocks fell behind us, surely we would have to stay put in this beautiful place..


Arlington Pond

Arlington Pond


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