The second-Saturdays afternoon event at a local tavern is already full of fine memories, including a visiting famed Irish fiddler shown here. Its core is MICE, the Moose Island Contradance ensemble. That space was soon filled with other players.
Category: Postcards
A long shot of our highest peak
Winter snow makes the crest of Katahdin, Maine’s tallest mountain, visible from 90 miles away in Wesley, Maine. A clear sky helps, of course.
The view is from State Route 192 just off the heavily traveled S.R. 9.
Maybe you can still pick it out with less zoom and a little more context.
Puzzling tracks
They haven’t quite matched anything I’m finding in my field-guide books.
Dennys River
Tide and deep cold ruffle the ice.
Bouquet from a festive occasion
How quickly a year passes. I loved this arrangement at a Tides Institute gathering last summer.
I’ve been mispronouncing it all along
The name of the reservation, I mean. The opening S is supposed to sound more like a Z.
As for the tribe? The anglicized version demonstrates how tin-eared most Americans have been throughout history. Makes me wonder what else has been lost in translation.
We’re surrounded by water, salty water, on our island
Eastport’s on the island to the left. Keep an eye out for gale warnings, too.
And festive music rolls on
Construction by Rachel A. Wllliams.
Sleigh bells passed down
These belonged to the wonder horse Prince, who appears in my genealogical blog Orphan George. As a figure in our family, he was owned by my grandfather, who picked him up from two older brothers in succession. And now they’re going on to my daughters. Bet they cost a pretty penny, back in the day.
Pork tenderloin medallions
Incredibly tender and tasty, served here with rice, a carrot salad, and fresh parsley. In case you’re looking for a dependable holiday hit.
