The Milky Way seen from the Bar Harbor Yacht Club pier, looking back toward the mainland. 20 seconds, f3.5, ISO 800, 28mm. (Really wish I’d remembered a wider lens.) I’ve decided we need a new verb, and I propose…
Spring is moving so fast I don’t even have time to edit the photos from one day before something new and awesome happens on the next. I may do a bunch of posts that are long on photos and short…
It must be spring because every day brings another miracle, and I feel a bit dazed by all the marvels I get to see. This morning it was a mother fox nursing her kits. This particular fox family has had…
I met a young beaver near the town dump, of all places. The stream there is broad and shallow and most un-beaverlike – I’ve only seen beaver in ponds or narrow streams that they plan to dam – so it…
Round about this time of year T.S. Eliot’s phrase, “April is the cruelest month, breeding / Lilacs out of the dead land” gets bandied about a lot, although on Mount Desert Island we don’t see lilac blossoms until late May.…
On the way home from Hierve el Agua we stopped in Tule to see the famous tree. Santa María del Tule is a small town southeast of Oaxaca centered on a colonial-era baroque church and the enormous tree in its…
Hierve el Agua is a well-known mineral spring in a remote agricultural area in the Sierra Norte mountains. Water trickling down from the springs has built fantastic stone formations that look like waterfalls flowing down the cliff walls. It’s about…
There was some very peculiar frost on my car’s spare tire this morning. It looked like tiny feathers, or petals, standing up at a 45º angle. Kind of like ruffled fish scales? It must have a name. Everything has a…
Well, it isn’t really a wolf moon – that’s the January full moon – but boy, doesn’t it look like it’s escaped from a werewolf movie? We couldn’t help howling at it! That’s my neighbor’s house over there. …
I finally took a walk with my camera to catch the last of the fall colors. The birches and poplars have finished, the red maples are going bare from the top down, the sugar maples are clinging to their…
