Drifting along the stream
maine woods
Madagascal journey
Sometimes it is the old dead trees that define the journey’s character
Bog stump home
Leaves that never fall
Bog edges into Spring
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.
Sleepy porcupine
We came upon this porcupine high up in a tree last week. He appeared quite groggy and a bit confused. This winter’s weather will do that to you.
Spring back to winter
The beaver bog gets ready for another batch of cold air and more lessons in natural chemistry: every phase of water you can think up.
Homes
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.
Branching out
Branching out in search of sunlight and air and waiting for some warmth
Tracking
Earlier this winter we came upon this set of tracks and speculation on what walked by has persisted.
john's f-stop 
