Exactly a year ago, we were up north beyond the humans, the networks, and the plagues. This is the Madagascal stream in Grand Falls township; it is Maine beyond the grid. You can see Kayla, the I-don’t-know-how-to-canoe dog in the foreground- this is right about the time we took her out for a three-minute canoe ride. Staying in the middle of the canoe is not her strength. Trying to take my paddle away from me (it is a great stick, she loves to play “stick”!) is bad seagirlship.
We went over to the Beaver bog this morning after being away for a week or so. The crisp morning revealed an amazing Fall-like vision. The ”bog” is now a pond, of course, due to the rebuilding of the dam at the outlet stream by the latest tribe of beavers.
During an early afternoon walk in Mill Park, Augusta, Maine. This osprey was perched above the Kennebec river when it spied another osprey going after a fish.