On our recent canoe trip up and down the Madagascal stream in central Maine. This was our Sunday morning visit to the church of Mother Nature.
maine woods
Madagascal summer 1
A few days after the 300th anniversary of Henry David Thoreau’s birth, we found ourselves in a canoe on mid-central Maine’s Madagascal stream. We were not far from the routes Thoreau took on his Maine wilderness trips. We were miles from electric power lines, roads, and civilized accommodations.
As we rounded a bend, we met a native of the area. I’d like to think his name is Henry.
Summer time at the Noname
Like visiting a favorite restaurant anytime during the year. The seasons can be different but one seems to have a good time no matter when you visit. The noname pond in the back woods near our house is like that.
Frog in the bog
On a warm July afternoon in a Maine bog, a frog awaits a thunderstorm
Mallard Convoy
A family of mallards chose to skoot away from us when we came upon them in an inlet on a nearby pond.
Someone’s looking at me
Ever get the feeling that someone is looking at you? We came upon this barred owl on our local trail. We spotted him ahead of us flying from the ground up to this tree branch. He then sat there until we got too close and he flew off.
Pre-summer sapsucker
A male sapsucker stopped by the other day
Nobody home today
The beaver’s den in the far bog was idle this day; we waited for an hour and all was quiet.
Beaver heading home
Springtime at the plantation bog
At the bog to the east of the Smithfield Plantation conservation land, the bog marsh is slowly getting to springtime. The great drought of 2016 is over; let us make the bog great again ….
john's f-stop 