
As the ground thaws and snowpack melts plus spring rains. Pembroke, Maine.

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

As the ground thaws and snowpack melts plus spring rains. Pembroke, Maine.


Yes, time marches ahead. I can’t count the number of times I rewound and reset this before Quaker worship in Dover each Sunday, or First-Day, in the old parlance. Some Friends said the ticking kept reminding them, “Slow down, slow down.” Others found the sound disturbing.
It’s hard for me to believe my book Quaking Dover has been published more than a year now.

I remember hearing the poet Gary Snyder back in the late ‘70s talking about his years in Japan and some of the cuisine he discovered, not that he exactly used the artsy menu term.
Sushi? My, how times have changed! I just wish we had a seafood bar of note here in Sunrise County.
Even if I do create a rather acclaimed sashimi.

Old wallpaper is part of an old house history. Some of it’s showing up inside old closets, not that we have many of those.

In Whiting

Finn’s in Ellsworth is bound to be getting crowded this time of year.

The pond’s still frozen.

Or so I’m guessing. The woods are full of surprises.

Sunrise County is laced with big lakes. In fact, 21 percent of it 3,258 square miles is water, including streams of all sizes, bogs and flowages, and ponds.
The largest lake, Meddybemps, covers more than 27 square miles within four towns, reaches a maximum depth of 58 feet, is dotted with islands, and is famed for its smallmouth bass fishing.
Light on winter ice provides a unique clarity in perceiving the lake’s profile, seen in part here from State Route 214.


We recently had to flee our house for 24 hours after spray-foam insultation was applied to our second-floor renovations. That meant heading to an Airbnb in town.
This attractive wooden plaque above the stove caught my attention. Good use of a serif typeface in green ink.
And then it struck me: this was from the end of a blueberry-picking crate. I’m sure it’s been rendered obsolete.