Photo credit, Peter Higgins

These two majestic trees once stood proudly on a roadside field at Moose Hill Farm. My husband brought me by them one day and told me, "When I used to work the midnight shift, I would drive by these trees and I thought they represented us growing old together." I love this guy!

Many times I had it in my head to go there again with my camera to  photograph the trees. That day came and I set out to do so. I felt wounded when I arrived. One of the trees had been heavily damaged by a storm, I assume and was almost half gone. I couldn't take the picture. I was too sad. What did this mean for us? Well, I am glad to say,  we are fine. Actually, we are better than ever. 

I am grateful that my friend and fellow photo enthusiast Peter Higgins, photographed them before one of them met its demise. 

This past Saturday morning, I was out and about looking for things to photograph and I went back to Moose Hill Farm, as I often do. It is a wonderful place to photograph Nature. Here is the lone tree as it stands today with its companion stump.

The tree  casts a great shadow.

Below are some other photos that I have taken over the years in this beautiful spot. 

There was one year that there were white cows here. This was taken one early, foggy morning before I went to church.

Here, I had moved a tree branch back a bit to get a better picture of a field and I discovered this.

Nature is amazing! Look at the artistry in this hive.

It was too cold for this hive to be active  on Saturday when I took this.

As I was leaving on Saturday, I tuned around to head back to my car and noticed the clear view of Boston over the roof tops of the buildings on the property. Such a beautiful place located so close to the bustle of Boston. I love my town.

The first day of 2015 was one I will always remember. I was asked by the Sharon 250th Anniversary Comittee to be the official photographer for the events during the year.  The kickoff event  was  a celebration of the first day of the year, January 1st in the town center. I love to photograph this picturesque and historic town, so I was honored that they selected me.  
I am also a Sharon history buff. I can't get enough of it. As a third grade teacher in Sharon, I spent many years teaching  Sharon history.  It is part of the third grade curriculum. 

Now for the really exciting part, I was given permission by the wonderful pastor of the Unitarian Church, Rev. Jim Robinson, to climb up in the steeple of the Unitarian Church and take pictures of the celebration going on below. My husband had the idea to ask him. I was beside myself with excitement.

The above picture was taken at about 4:00 pm just before sundown.

My husband and I climbed several different ladders with my two cameras. Here I am sitting under THE BELL!!! The bell cast by Paul Revere!  The bell weighing  960 pounds made by Paul Revere and sons in 1811! The bell  that I have talked so much about with my students. The bell that is one of 2 Paul Revere bells in Sharon! (The other one is in the Congregational Church.)

Some may not think the bell  is so exciting, but think of what it represents in history. Bells were used as a way to communicate. They rang for time keeping , on the hour and sometimes on the half hour. They called people to worship, they rang out for meeting times and many other alerts. In fact, Paul Revere's  job as a teenager was as a bell ringer in the Old North Church in Boston.  He actually didn't start casting bells until he was 57 years old, and that was only by a twist of fate. 
*for more reading on this....http://www.newenglandhistoricalsociety.com/ring-revere-bells/

The above picture was taken through a little hatch door in the face of the clock. I had to be careful not to touch the hands of the clock, for it is still keeping time for Sharon.

There are clocks on both sides of the steeple. You can see Eastern Savings bank and South Main St, through this side.

This is  a photograph of the front clock hatch door. The extensive gears that operate the clock were so interesting.

This picture was taken on a different day, but it shows the little door that I never noticed before.

Another picture from the face of the clock. Can you guess what time it is? If you guessed 4:20, you would be right.

My husband, my protector and encourager.

This is the picture  I took looking back to show where we had been right after we climbed down. What an awesome way to start 2015!