Hopson Road, From Brasher To Massena - Part 2

I began to find old farms on Hopson Road as I traveled north, heading into Massena. This old barn was spectacular:

This home may not have been a traditional old farmstead, but it made up for it with all the old farm equipment out front:

And this - I have no idea whatsoever what this amazing, antique machine was for. It looked like something from a dream, though, and I was fascinated by it:

There were cornfields which had never been harvested:

And tidy homes all alone on the windswept plains:

Very large square hay bales were piled in one field:

This home sported a split rail fence and corn stalks:

Bird houses and a small windmill:

I knew I was getting into the village of Massena when I came to these homes:

Yes, these homes were quite close to the population center. I would not be seeing any more farms on this driving tour:

And yet every home was surrounded by trees:

This lovely baby blue home was my last photo. I put my camera away and continued on in to Massena to do some shopping:

Hopson Road, From Brasher To Massena - Part 1

I was driving to Massena one fine winter day and decided that it would be a good time for a driving tour. I chose Hopson Road, which began in the town of Brasher and ended in the town of Massena. I expected it to exceedingly rural in Brasher and become more suburban as I traveled north, but the very first home I saw was quite suburban:

There were lots of woodlands. In fact, I soon learned that the road was, in many places, taking me through the Brasher State Forest:

Another beautiful, suburban type home in the town of Brasher:

This home was hidden behind trees and I could scarcely see it:

Brasher State Forest land:

I eventually learned that the more suburban style homes were in Brasher and the more rural, agricultural lands were farther north, in Massena - just the opposite of what I'd expected:

An American flag and a front porch:

Beautiful wood siding, all set back in the trees:

Baby blue, with pastel yellow trim:

A tiny place with no plowed driveway. Perhaps someone's summer hideaway:

I don't remember for sure, but this looks as if it might have been a log cabin:

An explosion of baby birches beneath a blue sky. Hopson Road may not have been as agricultural as I'd expected, but it sure was beautiful. I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

The Jabber-cow-y

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O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

He chortled in delight.

The cows are playing near their hay,

In a field of snowy white.

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I'd just finished graining the cows and sent them out to eat some hay. But instead, they began to frolic - and I had a camera in my pocket. That's the tractor running which you hear in the background.

Scenic Buckton Road - Part 2

I was touring scenic Buckton Road (see Part 1, yesterday's post) on a cold winter's day. This lovely old barn and farm equipment made a remarkably scene:

Another old barn:

And a farm house with additions, front porch and a unique window:

I passed by both farm fields and woodlands:

And many homes had old maples out front:

This low rise barn, coral and pine tree must have housed horses, though I didn't see any:

Another classic farm house:

A very interesting home with a raised deck for summer dinners:

This very old home appeared to no longer be lived in:

And this home was nestled back in the trees in a most attractive way:

A beautiful old farm home surrounded by trees:

When I came to the intersection of County Route 49, I called an end to my driving tour - but not until I snapped a picture of the old, abandoned Shatraw's General Store:

Scenic Buckton Road - Part 1

I'd driven down East Part Road (see previous two posts) to where it intersects with Buckton Road. I decided to turn onto Buckton Road and begin heading toward home, snapping photos as I drove. The Buckton Town Hall was deserted and not plowed. Buckton is a tiny settlement, not really a town, so I don't suppose they have much business to tend to:

And this lovely old farm house:

The Buckton Methodist Church:

I crossed over a branch of the St. Regis River but would never have known I did so if it weren't for the bridge. It appeared to me that ice jams had caused flooding - which then froze, leaving a vast field of snow and ice with the actual river far beneath it:

Another historic old farm house:

And lots of firewood for this exceptionally cold winter:

All snug and comfy, a haven in this winter landscape:

There was Adirondack siding on this home:

And a low, modern home beneath a giant maple tree:

This mobile home was landscaped and situated amongst the trees in an appealing manner:

I passed through woodlands with birch and aspen along the road, backed up by conifers and then more birch behind them. It was an odd but colorful mix:

A home with several chimneys and a ramp. I imagined a family gathering there for Thanksgiving dinner. But there was more to see on Buckton Road, so I'll post Part 2 tomorrow:

East Part Road, Part 2

I was halfway along East Part Road (see also yesterday's post) and enjoying the rural, wintry beauty:

The homes, both old and new, looked all bundled up for the winter, safe havens from the wind, snow and cold:

This old farm house looked as if it had been housing families for many years:

And an exceptionally handsome horse watched me as I stopped to snap a photo:

This low, modern home with lots of windows looked like a refuge in a field of snow:

And this brown home was all plowed out and seemed to have a busy family living inside:

I passed by the Buckton Union Cemetery. Again, there was no plowed entrance, but I supposed they could do that if someone needed burying:

A neat and tidy home beneath a White Pine:

More woodlands, most with rather smallish trees. These must have been farm fields not too many years ago:

A mobile home with a snow covered car:

And a modern home and double garage:

When I reached the intersection of Buckton Road, I stopped for a photo of this historic building. I believe it was once a Grange meeting hall. I could have chosen at that point to continue on East Part Road or turn onto Buckton Road and head toward home. Tune in tomorrow to see which I chose: