While my image of Laurel Mill is far from the most skilled or artistic, it will for me (particularly taken from this perspective standing literally in the fork of two state roads) always conjure a memory, a feeling - intense quiet stillness broken only by the rush of water (on days like today) down the dam and over the rocks almost hissing as it moves - cavorting past the structure now, no longer turning the wheel to power the mill to do a job that, no doubt, many decades ago created a vibrancy associated with commerce and socializing - funny that after all our growth and development now we only hear the water ... uninterrupted by people or their work.
1.25.2009
Laurel Mill
While my image of Laurel Mill is far from the most skilled or artistic, it will for me (particularly taken from this perspective standing literally in the fork of two state roads) always conjure a memory, a feeling - intense quiet stillness broken only by the rush of water (on days like today) down the dam and over the rocks almost hissing as it moves - cavorting past the structure now, no longer turning the wheel to power the mill to do a job that, no doubt, many decades ago created a vibrancy associated with commerce and socializing - funny that after all our growth and development now we only hear the water ... uninterrupted by people or their work.
Posted by
James Hemby
at
7:26 PM
Labels:
Gold Sands,
grist mill,
Gupton,
Laurel Mill,
nineteenth century,
Oswego
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Really nice story and photo. Thank you for sharing!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful post. Sometimes I think the "glamour shots" of well-loved places don't capture why we love them so much as more modest images. Your photos are beginning to convey a real sense of place to this person who has never been there.
ReplyDeleteHi, May I use your photo of the Mill in a book that I am working on .
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Karen J. Hall
My cousins, Will and Margaret Holmes, used to own this beautiful place. It is wonderful to see it still looking as stunning as ever! Thank you for taking such great care of her!
ReplyDeleteI remember as young boy taking tours of the mill along with my grandfather who grew up in the white house on the hill across the road from the mill, with Mr Holmes. Back in the day my great grandfather worked in the mill, as well as farmed and was the pastor of the church just up the road from the mill. This area holds some dear memories for me. I am glad you came across it, and enjoyed the view. At one point in it's history, it was not alone, across the river were also a Cotton and Saw Mill, those were long gone before I began visiting my grandfathers birthplace.
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