Cellar hole in Dana, Mass.
-- Photo by Jdreed
"Clearings, lit aslant, are strewn across old foundations.
This is of course New England now and even the brook,
Whose amplified whisper on the right is as firm
A guide as any assured blue line on a roadmap,
Can never run clear of certain stones....''
--From "One of Our Walks,'' by John Hollander
