Every tree in my neighborhood is a Christmas tree, even the ones old and leaning.
Month: December 2017
Winter reaches the bog
Fifteen degrees (F) and sunny with six crusty inches of snow on the ground.
Osprey on watch
From my visit to the great marsh on Mason Island in March 2016. This osprey mom was keeping two chicks hidden in her nest while keeping me in her sights.
Spruce down
Every visit into the nearby woods yields more scenes of big trees culled out of the ground by the strongest winds in decades.
Good morning first snow
The moon looks down on the first snow of the 2017-2018 winter.
More beaver work
With ice covering the entire bog, it is difficult to see where the beavers enter or exit the water to do their work, but their work effort is quite obvious.
Checkpoint Beaver
On our first visit down to the far bog in several weeks, we found the beavers have accelerated winter preparations. It looks like a race between the beavers and the snow mobile trail maintenance crew is in process.
Low tide on the Kennebec
Looking south (downstream) on the Kennebec river at Augusta, Maine. It is low tide on a quiet early December mid-morning. Augusta is thirty miles from the Atlantic Ocean and the Gulf of Maine and is the farthest point north where tidal effects are noticeable.
Autumn wood by the stone wall
The late day sun reflects on an old tree stump slowly decomposing along a stone wall built over a hundred years ago.
The mini Polar Express rides again
On Saturday last, I marveled at the annual model train show at the Maine State Museum and Cultural Building. The Maine 3-Railers model railroad club had an exciting and memorable display. Their Polar Express train with the locomotive spitting out smoke rings is shown here.
john's f-stop 