The end of winter on a Maine bog is highlighted from an April sunset. White turns to brown and snow is now just liquid water.
Author: john gregory
Tree fall
Bog edge view
The bog’s edge is still emerging from the winter.
Sunset on the bog
The sunset highlights the most interesting tree trunk in the bog.
Song sparrow awaits
A healthy song sparrow is caught in a tree near my mother-in-law’s bird feeder.
Waiting for Spring
The back woods waits for the snow pack to go: two-and-a-half-feet to go.
Moon in the Maine woods
Toward the end of an early spring day, the pre-eclipse moon rises above the beaver bog. The subtle reflection of the setting sun on the tree trunks made this one special for me.
Then there is mud season
The slow departure of a “real” winter brings us to another of Maine’s natural wonders: mud season.
Flaming bark
During a late afternoon walk in the woods earlier this month. Birch bark catches the sun’s rays.
A real winter on the bog
The beaver bog looks quite empty with three feet or more snow lying around. The countdown to the bog’s version of “ice-out” has begun, however.
john's f-stop 