Last Saturday, for sake of mental health, I left the house. It didn’t matter much where I went. I landed in Crescent Beach that day, and twice returned. Each time presented the opportunity to think about where things stand in life… and take newer, better photos. Long story short, I still have some sand in my shoes.
I needed to get away from the house. Being housebound does not a healthy mind make. The destination, I guess, didn’t matter considering I geared for the library but wound up at the beach, and didn’t mind. Twice in three days… I did mind that. It was a day of playing random music with the iPhone… and again wondering why the heck Bob Dylan made “Ring Them Bells”.
I noticed the purple flowers are (or were) in style— as seen outside some businesses and neighborhoods, on the way to the beach, and even in our own town. The above appear to be garden phlox… but I’m not sure.
Summer solstice is now only forty days away. But spring here still has a ways to go. The birds may be singing, and the seasonal clothes may be lighter, but the leaves and buds are still in their early stages.
It’s been rain, rain and… clouds, mostly. One day, someone left out a litter of bagels, and seagulls fought over them.
I’ve also grown pretty lazy, hence the lazy title for this post, if I do say so. Till today, I hadn’t been doing my physio-exercises since my final appointment Tuesday (and even then I didn’t know I was seeing the orthopedic doctor, not the therapist, not the general doctor). The rain interfered with the at-home exercises (the orange bands don’t do well with water— the first band is all stuck to itself now), and then… I was just plain tired. (Two days spent programming.)
Rain or shine, nature still does its thing.
And I end up chasing it for photos. I caught two ducks just outside the Portland Glickman library building, tucking heads amid light rain/mist.
We’ve been getting warm, sunny days now. The skies have been so blue since Thursday that brown tree bark has a slight violet tint to the eye. And according to the birds— out in full swing, braving rain showers— it is fully spring in Maine this week. Since last posting, there have been days that felt like summer— how unexpectedly warm it got.
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.
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…)
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→
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.
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.”
But the white stuff is melting fast under direct sunlight. Here’s the path hours after the storm ended (only three days prior):
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…
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:
And where there were no trees, it was an obstacle course getting my walk on at Back Cove given all the thick snow.
The snowbanks at the Hannaford parking lot should give you an impression of what was plowed in southern Maine.
And in other lots…
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…