Another installment in a series of photo essays about Belmont, MA, my former hometown.
New England, where I used to live, is famous for its fall colors and “leaf peeping.” There were a few years that we went for a drive up north into New Hampshire, but mostly it was all right to stay put there in Belmont, a suburb of Boston, MA.
I could just open my door, walk around, and take pictures with my phone. One afternoon in November, my daughter had a bassoon lesson at Powers Music School in Belmont Center. Some of the music school’s classrooms were in a church, and I could walk from there to other churches, schools, and the public library in the 45 minutes it took my daughter to have her lesson.
I also get a chance to try out the gallery feature in Word Press. How does it look? Pretty nice, I think. Click on the thumbnails for larger pictures.
California has its own beauty, but this time of year, I need to pause and acknowledge what I miss.