Or is it? Wait, they live underground. Summer retreat maybe? Whoever wove these twigs and branches had patience and a knack for intricacy. I spotted these huts in Middlebury, VT a few days ago. Of charming Middlebury I’ll remember three things. A waterfall (seen below), great local cider at the Two Brothers Tavern, and napping in a field long enough to drain the car battery with a MP3 player.
The photographs below were shot earlier this month in Hudson. I think they are pretty representative of what Hudson is all about, but don’t take my word for it. Especially on the dead Tweety Bird.