This morning I ventured out to take pictures around my house. Despite the annoyances of living here it really is above all a breath-taking, beautiful view of just a piece of New Jersey. I think I am lucky to be able to see such wonderful scenery.
I have noticed the landscaping before on other rare occasions. Last year there was one wintery morning when I was coming home from a party at 5am and the bogs sparkled like diamonds. Little brown, tall, spiky plants stabbed upward shining like glass. It was a crystallized desert you would only see in a dream.
I dedicate this post as a mini photo album of the pictures I took around Whitesbog farm. While I was taking these pictures I was able to develop more questions about the bogs that I didn’t have the answers to. They will make do for an interview, but not without a bit of research to see if I can answer them on my own.
One thing I found was an abandoned Indian hut. I’m going to guess that it was built for educational purposes. Another was a torn, broken building, which I believe was the factory where the workers separated the cranberries and whatnot. Some of the bogs are dried up while others are filled with water. I’m not sure why this is. In the last couple pictures you can view the cottage my mom and I live in.