In the wild, you have to look fast. In a photo, you have to look close.
And note the ones standing in the river, just waiting for a passing fish.
Category: Postcards
Welcome to the easternmost U.S. city
The buoy has become a popular spot for selfies.
Tender sprout
Almost like a miniature Zen garden.
Alewives migrating upstream
Remember that raging stream a few weeks ago? These river herring known as alewives are less than a foot long and charging against the current to their breeding grounds in lakes upstream.
Cormorant after hearing a loon
Stockton Springs, Maine
Sunrise from our kitchen-sink window
Good morning! It must have been really spectacular down at the Breakwater.
Ominous sky
The wind really kicked up a little later, leading to a 30-hour power outage.
Springing stream
As the ground thaws and snowpack melts plus spring rains. Pembroke, Maine.
The old Regulator
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.
Sushi and me
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.
Jnana's Red Barn 