THE RAIN CAN BE LOVELY

Hello folks, sorry I've been away for so long. Life has been very hectic for the last few weeks and now all that "business" is done with, I've got some time to be creative! Here are some pictures I took on Father's Day at my in-laws, in the rain.

These daisies are conversing about the rain, because EVERYBODY is!

If you click on this rose and make it bigger, you can see me in the large water drop in the center.

Thes coral-colored roses are my favorite. They smell the sweetest and they remind me of my grandfather, an avid gardener who loved roses. In the summer he'd cut a large one and put it in a bowl of water on the diningroom table, you could smell it through the whole house and it was just lovely.

I have been doing a lot of reminiscing of late. Summer was always the time of year that my extended family spent the most time together. Both sets of grandparents had homes on ponds so we always looked forward to visiting with them and all our cousins. Cookouts, swimming, playing in the front yard or on the beach, fond memories that I am so thankful for.

PLYMOUTH CORDAGE COMPANY

1824-1965

I went down to the old cordage buildings today to poke around. My grandfather worked there as a chemist and then as an administrator for many years. My mom's family lived in one of the big houses on Holmes Terrace. We've established that I love old, worn-out buildings, and I love my family, so this place has a double attraction for me.

This sign is out where the public can still see it.

This building (and I don't even know how many more just like it) is sided with painted metal shingles. The peeling and rusting give it a really cool texture.

I'm not sure what's going on here, but it made me think of a surrealist painting.

Smokestacks are creepy. And these windows are all glassless.

Always going to find graffiti on abandoned buildings, most of it was a waste of time, but I thought this was funny.

There were train tracks here back in the day, but these aren't original. These are part of the commuter rail station that now resides at the back of the cordage.

I don't know what you call this, it's a guide for a big sliding door.

I couldn't get any closer to these buildings, but I really wanted to. There is a marina in the same area and you can't get in without a password for the keypad.

Wonder what those doors are for.

The tallest building in Plymouth? So the historical site says, six stories.

It was a beautiful day and I could have stayed there for hours snapping away. I'm going back, to see if I can get into any of the empty buildings. Don't tell anyone!