Some views around town in February

 

This is one of the most "unfavorite" shops in Black Mountain. Why? Not just because their products are deadly for adults...and they push them on young people trying to grow into "savvy adults," but because this building is located right across the street from the Primary School. That's young children's educational site. They may learn to read, and just look what they can see out the bus windows or from the playground during recess!

Driving further toward town on State St (Hwy 70), I can see a local savings bank (Black Mountain Savings) across from me.

The old Depot and part of the red caboose. Photo by Fred McCormick 2020

Next to the red caboose...

Turning a few times on First Street, and there's this little building going up. Is it a tiny home? Or perhaps a bit bigger? I would wonder...there are roof trusses already laid down.  But it's really squeezed in between its neighbors.

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Today's quote:

Everybody knows if you are too careful you are so occupied in being careful that you are sure to stumble over something. 

-Gertrude Stein, novelist, poet, and playwright (3 Feb 1874-1946)

Update for this week- Post Office, Old Depot and Railyard

 

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