Two weeks ago, the bog was still evolving from its winter setting. In the late afternoon walk, we caught the setting sun reflecting on the melting water along the bog edge.
I have discovered these almost perfectly round holes in dead trees are the front doors of nests and homes of various birds like flickers and woodpeckers.
Christmas day in central Maine, 2013; clear, cold, icy, and blue; today, “mother nature didn’t make it green but it is still the prettiest place I’ve ever seen ….”