If you look closely, you will notice this is an upside-down image of the No-name pond today. The calm afternoon provides an impressive reflection.

The Woodbury Pond in early November becomes a quiet place. At least this year. Last year, my journal says we saw kayakers, mallards, and a couple of boats during this time. Maybe people are back to work? Maybe they have the Covid? They have opened the dam that keeps the lake full during the other seasons, so there is more exposed shoreline. The pond level is the lowest I can remember. We visit almost every day, so we will keep you posted.

From the east side of Lake George in central Maine, along the shoreline road in Lake George Regional Park

On our visit to Woodbury Pond the other day, we found little wind and few clouds.

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.