In downsizing to a remote fishing village in Downeast Maine, this eclectic writer feels everything's coming together.
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4 thoughts on “NEIGHBORHOOD STONEHENGE”
In the matter of candor, I should point out this picture was taken last year and then scheduled for the normal progression of the seasons. At the moment, however, the stones are still buried in snow. As is so much of the promise of spring. Just seeing the ground in this shot and then looking out the window and viewing all the white, well, is reminder of our universal weariness. We’d love to have some of this sitting high in the Cascade Mountains instead, where the essential precipitation has been lacking.
The originals, I presume — a true mystery, especially since similar sites existed all over Britain.
I think the ones in my neighborhood were placed by little green men flying little UFOs like helicopters just before dawn.
Jnana's Red Barn 
In the matter of candor, I should point out this picture was taken last year and then scheduled for the normal progression of the seasons. At the moment, however, the stones are still buried in snow. As is so much of the promise of spring. Just seeing the ground in this shot and then looking out the window and viewing all the white, well, is reminder of our universal weariness. We’d love to have some of this sitting high in the Cascade Mountains instead, where the essential precipitation has been lacking.
And of course the question is…how on earth did they move those stones there?
The originals, I presume — a true mystery, especially since similar sites existed all over Britain.
I think the ones in my neighborhood were placed by little green men flying little UFOs like helicopters just before dawn.
Exactly what I was thinking…