You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
Confession. I rarely eat hamburger. Maybe it’s a vestige of my stretches of being vegetarian or even the tasteless rock-hard patties we had when growing up. If I eat beef, give me a thick medium-rare steak or juicy roast, at least.
But once or twice a year, I’ll definitely go for something like this. Especially while traveling.
Even a mighty river has humble beginnings.
Drew Proctor fits the role divinely for the annual Mermaid weekend ArtsWalk festivities.
Cony Park, Eastport, Maine
Late afternoon, Cony Park, Eastport, Maine, as the fog rolls in.
The golden hour of late afternoon sunlight adds to the wonder.
Normally, Eastport’s waterfront would be visible from here.
Isle au Haut, Maine.
He’s waiting for the USS Oscar Austin to slacken the heavy line so he can heave the loop into the water as the destroyer prepares for departure during last year’s naval visit to town.
Here’s how it looked earlier in the week with the tide a bit higher. A worker had to haul the thick line up from the water.
Spanish moss drapes many of our forests. Scenes like these often remind me of Neil Welliver’s large, prized paintings and distinctive palette.
Jnana's Red Barn 