This trip, Chris and I explored up the Seekonk.
In spite of the lateness of the year, we weren't the only people out on the river.
Swans, trees, and industry. That about sums up Seekonk - a delightful mix of beauty and rusted steel.
I don't think the trains use this bridge any more.
This lovely house is actually a mausoleum in Swan Point Cemetery! (HP Lovecraft is buried somewhere back behind those trees).
The power company was stringing new wires across the water. These guys were at the end of the longest cherry picker I have ever seen. It was way up there.
The Seekonk used to power mills, so every direction you go ends in a dam. I guess this is as far upstream as we can go!
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