A typical late fall site on the Kennebec River in Augusta, Maine. The gulls congregate here where the tidal affects from the Gulf Of Maine terminate and water levels are more stable.
Lunch on the Kennebec
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Through the fall
The pace of life proceeds in the back woods. Despite an unusually dry summer, the no-name pond managed to retain water levels that were not unusual.
A kid in the back woods
During a recent autumn afternoon, a young deer wandered through the back woods.
Fort Western blockhouse
The “blockhouse” on the southwest corner of Fort Western, overlooking the Kennebec River in Augusta, Maine. The fort dates from 1754 and was originally a British outpost in the mostly wilderness areas northeast of Boston.
Autumn loons
The loons have become a daily presence on Woodbury Pond since the majority of boaters and shore line wanderers have departed.
Branch crash
A tree of many branches lost its balance in the Jamies Pond Wildlife Management area near Manchester, Maine.
Downstream on the Madagascal
From the dock on the Madagascal Stream looking east last weekend.
Upstream on the Madagascal
Last weekend during our visit to Grand Falls Township in Penobscot County, Maine, we had a great day canoeing north on the Madagascal Stream. The drought conditions may have enhanced the fall foliage (lots more reds than usual) this year. The stream was better off than most small streams with fairly normal water levels. About a mile north or so from this point, beavers have reinforced a dam they have maintained for years. The dam is holding back water at a level two feet higher than what you see here.
Autumn on the Madagascal
We journeyed north this past weekend. Beyond the Penobscot River. Beyond Passadumkeag ridge and almost to the land of the Passamaquoddy. The fall season is in full bloom, or not.
Running out of water at the bog
The drought conditions around the local woods is severe for the small ponds, bogs, and streams. The streams feeding and draining the nearby bogs are not just low, they are absolutely dry. Here is a small beaver out in the far bog, immersed in duck weed that lies in the lowest water level seen in thirty years. It is similarly amazing that the foliage in the bog and the surrounding woods has been thick and brilliantly green all summer.
john's f-stop 