We took Clyde for his Sunday constitutional along Main Street in Woodbury.  I figured that would be best for us after a walk in the woods and watching a few tree-sized tree limbs come crashing to the ground in the still air.  Just a little too scary.



Woodbury is known for its myriad antique stores.  This champagne-colored dress is a beauty, I think.  This headless woman has been standing in the window for a while now.  She'll find the right headless man someday, I hope. 
From November 20, 2011
This police officer moved with a muffled step as he was making his way from behind the police station.  He's so enthusiastic about what he does that he forgot to put his uniform on.
From November 20, 2011
Mr. Tacky the Hater lives right on Main Street in our town.  He's always got a painted sheet of plywood propped up on the lawn telling us he to depose or run out of town this week.  His hatred is such a part of who he is that he has actually draped Christmas lights over the board.  Icicles.  The irony was as sweet as his taste in art is bad.  Though he clearly a righty, he has a somewhat liberal sense of what is beautiful.
From November 20, 2011
We enjoyed the light and shadows on this well-constructed picket fence.  Leave it to the Methodists to get a fence up right.  In the distance is a beautiful old home that was once the church's parsonage.  Those were the days.
From November 20, 2011
There are burial grounds all over Woodbury.  In fact, there is one in the elementary schoolyard, so kids shoot hoops amid their ancestors and mine.  The Isbells are buried in the graveyard in the background.
From November 20, 2011
Here are the pharmacy, barber shop, and hardware store the way they're done in this bucolic little wonderland.  Once upon a time, I would have been bummed about the power lines in the foreground in the shot below.  No more.  The sight of power lines that are actually up is a beautiful thing to me.  
From November 20, 2011


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