On the Quinebaug


This is a view of the Quinebuag River just before it flows into Danielson, Connecticut. It is taken from the kayak launch just below the bridge of Highway 101.

This is another post in the New England Autumn 2015 series. If you want to ‘Like’ the series, please do so here, at the first posting.

As always, special thanks to my dearest spouse Lyn, who does all the heavy lifting in selecting the photos. And thank you sincerely for dropping by the Book of Bokeh. I would also like to invite you to visit my Book of Pain  poetry blog.










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30 thoughts on “On the Quinebaug

    • Thank you so much! And I will pass the compliment off to my lovely wife…few people understand how much she adds to my artistic efforts! 🙂

      I want to apologize that I have not responded earlier. You may have noticed that I’ve also not posted in a while. I am trying to get a large project for my masters complete and it is taking up a lot of time. I have vowed not to post anything until that is done.

      • Most welcome! All the best on your masters. I went through it and writing the final dissertation was tough but phew I made it, juggling work and night classes! Good luck and all the best so that we may get to read your posts regularly again. Happy holiday season 🙂

    • Is there much of an autumn in England? It’s not something I have ever seen or heard of. There must be, but I have no feel for it.

      • It’s autumn the whole year ! :p I meant, we don’t have massive difference in terms of temperature (not like in Belgium) .. it’s coldish the whole year, but we can see the trees changing colours.. yes 😉

        • I must be an idiot. After I sent you that question I remembered that one of Shakespeare’s sonnets (I just looked it up, no 73) talks about the leaves changing:

          That time of year thou mayst in me behold
          When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
          Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
          Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.

          So I guess New England’s claim to fame is the bold oranges and bright reds. Lucky us! 🙂

    • Thank you! One of the backstories is that this river used to be very polluted and there were mountains of trash in it. But the water quality is back up (not great, but better) and through the work of many volunteers, the garbage has all been picked up. It is now a resource that is beautiful to have an to use. 🙂

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