Our house, or at least the backside of it. Includes some of the post move-in boxes...

I'd like to get a better photo of the house up here... it's really strange. Was an octogon, but the dining room was then built on (this bubble here), and the garage turned into the master bedroom. Funky place -- rightfully, Ron or I really should be artists, because it's the kind of home you'd expect an artist to have. (An artist or a woman with 200+ cats. I'm working on the latter...)

A view of the millrace falls, from midway up our porch. Still waiting for our historic plaque from the City that we've been promised... back at the turn of the century, the waterwheel which powered all of the town's industries was here, and some of the old timers who remember the old Brownsville Woolen Mill have told me that our home is built right where they remember the outhouses being. Lovely thought, enit?

A close-up of our falls. I like to look at this photo for those two or so months every year when the river is too low and we simply have a mossy 10' wall of rock (and sunstroked crawdads...)

The falls during autumn flooding. Good thing we didn't put the newspaper office in the dining room -- the noise is so loud that you couldn't hold a conversation on the phone!