new harmony on film
Yesterday, I shared with you my visit to New Harmony, a small town in southwest Indiana. It is where, in the 1800s, there were two failed attempts at communal living. Today, the town is exclusive, but picturesque. The grass was neat, trimmed, green, lush. Porches were bedecked with chairs and swings, potted plants and fresh paint. There were gardens, bricks walls, iron fences, tributes to nature. I would, of course, like to visit again--and perhaps I would use an entire roll of film there.