I had a PO Box when I first lived here, because I had to share a mailbox with my upstairs neighbors, and didn't really want to do that. Several people keep them for business purposes, and perhaps they live way up a mountain which is hard for delivery.
Yes the "COVID 6 feet apart" is still in evidence here!
A really modern house was built across from the Post Office.
As I continued down the street, I stopped to catch a few shots of a new venue...The Railyard.
Here the remains of a warehouse have been transformed into some shop venues. (I think.)
Most of the terrain contains picnic tables, with a small bandstand at the far end. I've heard there are entertainers here.
The other side of the picnic area has all these shipping containers painted black. I believe somewhere there are supposed to be food trucks to provide fare while the audiences listen to entertainers.
On Wednesday evenings there's a market set up, with local produce and other vendors, which I keep meaning to visit.
As this road deadended, I turned right, crossed over Hwy 9, and came by another favorite place in Black Mountain, The Old Depot, which has members who sell arts and crafts. I used to be an active craftsperson and member.
Today's Quote:
When you go deeply into the present, gratitude arises spontaneously, even if it’s just gratitude for breathing, gratitude for the aliveness that you feel in your body. |
ECKHART TOLLE |







