I love driving around the Hilltowns. When I first moved to the area and started working at the Gazette I lived in Cummington. The town still holds a charming place in my memory. Gordon Daniels, a long-time photographer here, and I often vied for the opportunity to run up to the hills and look around. Recently I was looking for people cooling off so I headed to some of the dipping holes I knew of. That day I saw young kids on bikes with fishing poles, moms leading kids on dirt roads on horses, someone giving a cow a bath, trees framed in barn doors and old stone walls where houses used to be. This image is my favorite though. The tiny cemetery looked like it had just recently been cleared of the overgrown grass. For me it represents a time, a place and a home, a story out of reach but still there.
I love driving around the Hilltowns. When I first moved to the area and started working at the Gazette I lived in Cummington. The town still holds a charming place in my memory. Gordon Daniels, a long-time photographer here, and I often vied for the opportunity to run up to the hills and look around. Recently I was looking for people cooling off so I headed to some of the dipping holes I knew of. That day I saw young kids on bikes with fishing poles, moms leading kids on dirt roads on horses, someone giving a cow a bath, trees framed in barn doors and old stone walls where houses used to be. This image is my favorite though. The tiny cemetery looked like it had just recently been cleared of the overgrown grass. For me it represents a time, a place and a home, a story out of reach but still there.

I love driving around the Hilltowns. When I first moved to the area and started working at the Gazette I lived in Cummington. The town still holds a charming place in my memory. Gordon Daniels, a long-time photographer here, and I often vied for the opportunity to run up to the hills and look around. Recently I was looking for people cooling of so I headed to some of the dipping holes I knew of. That day I saw young kids on bikes with fishing poles, moms leading kids on dirt roads on horses, someone giving a cow a bath, trees framed in barn doors and old stone walls where houses used to be. This image is my favorite though. The tiny cemetery looked like it had just recently been cleared of the overgrown grass. For me it represents a time, a place and a home, a story out of reach but still there.

— Carol Lollis