I spend considerable amounts of time on foot in this remote area, both photographing and just traveling self-propelled (including cross country skiis and snowshoes). At times, my eyes catch a very subtle but striking anomaly in nature- the weather or light, or unusual characteristics in a particular subect. On this day of fog and mist, I was working the Quincy Dredge #2 and the Stamp Mill ruins across the road. I discovered some cement stairs inside the main mill that were solid and safe and traveled up to the second level for the first time. It opened up to the top of the steep hill which it was built into, exposing two more areas of ruins and another building further away to the east (Engine House). The Polaroid SX-70 managed to have a film pack of Black and White with a bad battery and was useless (always a good excuse to return). This small grove of randomly growing young paper birch stood out as survivors who were prospering in what was otherwise cobbled ruins with no observable root-friendly soil. I would guess them to be about 7-8 years of age and overall quite healthy. Our 120 year old buildings slowly recede and the earth takes back her land.
"Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day."
William Shakespeare-Richard III
Post Script-Up at 0300 unable to sleep any longer. Weather alert just popped on the phone indicating high winds and Lake Effect snow, which started when I went to bed. When you can hear the wind behind nearly three feet of stone and insulation, you know it is blowing a bit. I suspect the snowblower will be launched on her maiden voyage of 2016/17 soon.