Low tide in the morning on the Kennebunk river in Maine last week.
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Wood duck in the bog
We approached the bog and the ducks flew away. I wandered along the bank and waited twenty minutes for something to happen. Just before I turned to leave, this male wood duck flew in for a landing 10 yards away.
Turkeys on the meadow
Leaves in the sun
Autumn drifting
On a quiet afternoon at the no-name pond, a hooded merganser swims slowly along. The exposed shoreline is a visible result of the summer drought.
The burning bush
Golden maple leaved
Fall impressions from the bog
A partly cloudy end to the day was brighter for a second on the beaver bog
Meandering ducks
In an inlet on a nearby lake, I usually find a flotilla of ducks. As we approach, they sometimes fly away in a rush. At other times, the will just mosey out of the inlet as we come closer, as shown above.
Metal bird at sunset
A Europe bound jet and contrail catches the setting sun.
