from Stockbridge to Boston

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One day this week, after growing tired of being at home, I grabbed my camera, hopped in the car and headed west on the turnpike. I turned off onto some back roads where I discovered some sweet, sleepy little towns. Even before the pandemic, exploring small towns had always been a favorite pastime of mine. For the most part, I avoided the touristy areas (except for a final stop in downtown Stockbridge for some apple cobbler and an iced pumpkin latte).

While walking around, I wonder what it’s like to live in these communities. I imagine small neighborhood schools, church suppers, and getting all the news from the local town diner (minus television and laptops).

These are just a few random scenes that caught my eye.

I’m planning to make another trip out here in December.

I’ve heard “the Berkshires seem dreamlike on account of that frosting.”

No doubt.

Enjoy your weekend,



  1. Susan, You’re speaking my language! I only wish I could tag along on these road trips. These images feel like home – and they are a beautiful tribute to our common ground as humans.

    • I wish you could too! Car rides, long walks and wine…the things that save me these days ?

  2. such stunning photos, reminds me that life goes on despite what is happening in the world, thank you

  3. Beautiful! This makes me want to go out on a small town adventure myself!

    PS. I’m so glad you added that second line from Sweet Baby James at the end, because I spent the whole post thinking “Stockbridge to Boston…I know that line…what song is that???” It was driving me crazy ?

    • Thank you, Lisa. I can’t drive through the Berkshires without listening to JT ?

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