In the midst of a Maine woodland with ample rainfall is some really big, but dead, trees. Why is this tree dead while surrounded by a forest of healthy trees?
Wild flowers continue to blossom in the bog while the ferns start to dry out and turn brown in the Maine woods. We can tell autumn is slowly approaching.
I submit this for anyone needing an image to demonstrate the term “gnarly.” This is from the Smithfield Plantation conservation land in the town of Litchfield, Maine; one of my favorite places.
A man-made pond with no name (that I know of) lies in the middle of the back woods. A small cabin sits at the far end on the left side. Imagining a moose along the shore is easy and more than just whimsy; we have seen moose tracks in the boggy area in the pond’s drainage stream.