Barns that built a town

As winter begins to thaw, the earth slowly reveals itself again after months beneath the snow. Driving through Granby in early spring, it’s impossible not to notice the barns. They rise behind stone walls and quiet fields, their red siding weathered by decades of New England seasons.

Where the windows glow

There’s a moment in December when the world seems to pause. Long gone are the warm afternoons of autumn. We can all feel that first cold day. There are fewer pedestrians on the streets, dusk pulls in earlier and puffs of white drift across the hills and valleys. After a snowfall, a sacred silence settles in.