They’re with us all summer.
Category: Postcards
Beaver lodge across the water
Growing up in Ohio, this would have blown my mind. Now I almost take it for granted.
Eliot burial ground
On what was the Asa Austin farm, the oldest part contains unmarked graves of Quakers, in contrast to the newer headstones.
For more, go to my book Quaking Dover, available in both paperback and ebook editions online or at your favorite bricks-and-mortar bookstore. Or ask your local library.
Spring sweep, one of many all around us
When the blooming finally hits New England, it can catch our breath.
Even when you step back.
Schooner Dorothy’s keel
At low tide, the remains of the four-masted ship are fully exposed. Built in Shackford Cove, she had returned for maintenance when she caught fire and sank.
Here’s another perspective.
Outside our Quaker meetinghouse
Yes, spring is finally breaking out around here. Whiting, Maine.
Laughing tree
Gnarled trunk on a trail at West Quoddy looks like a living gargoyle.
Pembroke spring
At the lower fish ladder.
Serene beaver lodge
The view from Shackford Head
Those are salmon pen farms, should you be interested.
And that’s the point, in Cobscook Bay.
Jnana's Red Barn 