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Spring update

Squirrel! (Mar 22 3:16 p.m.)

I keep forgetting it’s spring.  It’s supposed to be the season that follows winter, the way the animals are out— the squirrels running about, hopping onto… snow banks.  Last Wednesday was incredibly windy.  I remember the car being pushed around.  I couldn’t be out walking in the park for long since the wind chill was freezing my face; I more jogged than walked that day.  It was also the day London was attacked… I’ll let the news reports speak for that.  Suffice it to say, Wednesday kind of sucked for many.

(Mar 27 11:46 a.m.)

As for today, it is raining.  And for that, it’s a good thing my mother bought me new shoes, recently, despite the fact that she did so against my wishes (I was there, saying ‘no’ repeatedly) and the fact that they don’t fit.  It’s days like this that test how waterproof said shoes are.  (Sigh, and boy, over $40 bucks of labor to be walked through mud repeatedly with my daily walk…)

(Mar 27 2:53 p.m.)

It shows that the rain has let up that there were mini-lakes when I went out just before noon for the first sixteen passes of my walk… and to find “junk” mail.  The above image had a large stream; now you can only see the effects of the water. (…And in trying to find a good word for said affects in the sand, I stumbled upon this article.  (Yeah, make our streams and waterways “great” again by allowing the dying coal industry to pollute them.  The ignorance is strong with this one.))

But instead of getting into politics… even though government tends to make or allow things to get worse no matter the stripes or colors… I will now reveal some of the fruits of my photography labor by documenting the progression of spring so far Continue reading Spring update

Turn of Spring

mere minutes into spring, and surprisingly color-accurate
Once again, I am surprised by the color accuracy of the iPhone camera… (Mar 20 7:00 a.m.)

It’s now six hours past vernal equinox in the northern hemisphere, otherwise known as the beginning of spring.  (At least on the calendar.)  Different kinds of flies have been hatching over the last few days (and, in seeing my share of nature programs, those that hatch too early die).  …And, according to my nose, there was a skunk was outside, last night.

Your dirt is showing. (Mar 20 11:32 a.m.)

Yes, there’s still a lot of snow left over from the season.  Lucky for Maine, blizzard Stella veered off into the Atlantic Ocean.  Other states had more “fun.”

Taxis and buses attempt to navigate around snow banks. (Timothy A. Clary / AFP/Getty Images)

But the white stuff is melting fast under direct sunlight.  Here’s the path hours after the storm ended (only three days prior):

(Mar 15 1:02 p.m.)

Not to mention (however, mentioning now) the final stretch of how much we had to shovel just to get the trash and recycling bin out of the snow, let alone the car out of the driveway…

Snow thankfully covering the license plate. (Mar 15 1:24 p.m.)

Stella contributed a height of 15¾”, measuring along the path, so it shows the drifts affected my measurements in the overnight post.  A peak of some 30,000 without power and a few traffic accidents over low visibility… the effects of the storm were more of a short-term pain in Maine.  Massachusetts got major flooding.

Crow. (Mar 16 2:16 p.m.)

Even on Thursday, the snow was visibly melting.  (It should be noted that the March 16 photos were taken with the other camera, so the quality is a bit lacking.)  At Back Cove, you can see the trees affected the snow drifts:

(Mar 16 2:27 p.m.)

And where there were no trees, it was an obstacle course getting my walk on at Back Cove given all the thick snow.

(Mar 16 2:30 p.m.)

And mud.

Those aren’t rocks near the water.  The rocks are partly buried in snow. (Mar 16 2:37 p.m.)
(Mar 16 2:46 p.m.)

The snowbanks at the Hannaford parking lot should give you an impression of what was plowed in southern Maine.

Objects in the photo are larger than they appear. (Mar 16 3:49 p.m.)

And in other lots…

(Mar 16 4:33 p.m.)

Yeah.

(Mar 20 11:33 a.m.)

Well, it’s a brand new day, and the beginning of a new, tiring work week.  And at the end of the week, March 26, British Summer Time will begin in Great Britain, putting us back into sync of five hours in separation, with our Daylight Savings Time, eastern U.S.

Considering I got only four hours sleep, I’m heading back to bed.  Until next time…

(12:46 p.m.)

Off to see the blizzard…

Hey, I just shoveled. (Mar 14 6:34 p.m.)

It wouldn’t be winter in Maine without more accumulation in March.  And maybe April.

(Mar 14 3:32 p.m.)

The blizzard moving through the northeast hit Maine Tuesday morning.  And according to a recent forecast, our county is apparently one of the few in the state to get the most snow.  And so, after being in bed until about 3 p.m. (I needed the sleep), I began taking photos, and shoveling, and measuring, first measuring with the shovel itself.

(Mar 14 3:33 p.m.)

Continue reading Off to see the blizzard…

Leaf on tar, hard focus

The last stretch of winter

Leaf in hard focus
(Mar 6 3:46 p.m.)

Through light rain and evaporation, the snow is gradually disappearing around these parts, uncovering brown leaves left on the ground.

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A dusting so light that walking removes it (Mar 4 12:38 p.m.)

Precipitation this week has been very light.  The weather in March so far has been cold and occasionally drizzly, but okay.

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(Mar 3 1:53 p.m.)

However, fallen branches in the above photo should give you an impression of the strong winds that came a few days.  With Thursday’s winds, I could hear the tree branches above knocking/clacking into each other; my daily walk that day felt a bit precarious.  Some days it can feel like spring— warm enough you could walk outside without a jacket, not to mention some flies out early; and some days the wind chill reminds you that it’s still winter.  (With wind chills like -18°F on Sunday… yeah, it’s best to stay in doors.) Continue reading The last stretch of winter

Lazy, crazy days

The Maine Mall. (Feb 23 6:55 p.m.)
The Maine Mall. (Feb 23 6:55 p.m.)

Every now and then, we see the world catching up with itself in little ways, in turbulence and neglect, overwhelm and falling behind— a cycle of too fast and not fast enough until things meet up, in resolution or not.  Because the world doesn’t live as one, and in my mind it’s not supposed to.  (Sorry, John.)

(Feb 23 6:02 p.m.)
Seedy underside. (Feb 23 6:02 p.m.)

Life will find a way. …Even if placed or seeded in a completely artificial environment.

(Feb 23 6:01 p.m.)
Same plant at USM Portland, near the library’s theft detection scanners, alternate perspective. (Feb 23 6:01 p.m.)

So much seems to just squeak by unnoticed Continue reading Lazy, crazy days

It has arrived

(Feb 13 8:28 a.m.)
(Feb 13 8:28 a.m.)

So much snow in one week.  An extra one, two… feet.  You know it’s a bit much when the banks get so high from the natural accumulation and artificial snow plow accumulation that the top of the mailbox popped off.  Luckily, my mother found the box (and a piece of mail).  And the box was filled with snow. …I used a bare hand (not so much my brain) to clear it out.

Window sill. (Feb 13 3:46 a.m.)
A bit of Nor’easter on a living room window sill. (Feb 13 3:46 a.m.)

It was a little exciting to see the progression of the weather. Continue reading It has arrived

Out with the old… kind of

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Out with the old, in with the new.  The last section of the Bar Mills Bridge is now gone. (Feb 3 1:29 p.m.)

So it’s been over a month since I got the iPhone (as a Christmas present).  As someone who’s used to using an Android— a Motorola smartphone, it was interesting testing out the differences between the devices.  I’m sure there have been comparison tests before, so I guess this post will be relevant to my specific needs and environment.  This isn’t exactly a fair review, considering neither model are new, nor is this a comprehensive review. Continue reading Out with the old… kind of

In over my head

So it’s now February.  My brain, which won’t stop playing Beatles tunes, has turned to mush.  It’s been a while since I’ve written, despite raising expectations of doing so.  And it’s all because of denial.

That word, denial.  There has never been a time without it in the world.  There are always patches of darkness.  The dark circles under our eyes show how tired we are in this modern age.  The world population continues to grow, raising our need to raise each other.  And the cost of growing too fast is taking its toll.  The U.S. national debt is hovering around a hair below $20 trillion.  (And I didn’t even notice that the debt-to-GDP had surpassed 100% in 2012.)  And after a Presidential administration known for growing bureaucratic red tape, we find ourselves with one that has a habit of growing executive red tape, barring even those with dual citizenship from entering the country.

It’s crazy. Continue reading In over my head