
Along the Madagascal stream in the Maine woods on a summer day.

Along the Madagascal stream in the Maine woods on a summer day.

A turtle was resting on a rock in the middle of the Madagascal stream last weekend when we paddled by. While we see a fair number of them on any typical journey, they rarely stay on their rocks long enough for a reasonably close shot.
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.
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.
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.
On a warm July afternoon in a Maine bog, a frog awaits a thunderstorm
A family of mallards chose to skoot away from us when we came upon them in an inlet on a nearby pond.
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.
A male sapsucker stopped by the other day
The beaver’s den in the far bog was idle this day; we waited for an hour and all was quiet.