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Brighter by the day

(Apr 18 4:09 p.m.)

The snow is officially gone, even in parking lots.  And it’s not unusual to say that about Maine, that it takes until the middle of April for the white stuff to be completely gone.

Proof of zero snow in a parking lot. (Apr 18 3:46 p.m.)

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Final Days of Summer (Part II)

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(Sep 13 4:37 p.m.)

Many of the ducks at Deering Oaks were wise to flee if I got anywhere close.  Large beings… potential predators.

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Blue-winged. (Sep 16 5:35 p.m.)

I watched some of the ducks fly from the hills to the water, gliding in as they landed, I guess using their legs as a source of friction to eventually stop.

According to Boreal Songbird Initiative, mallards (the “most abundant duck in the world”) are a member of the “dabbling duck group”— that is, they “feed by either tipping up or dabbling along the surface, capturing food and straining excess water through the lamellae (small boney tooth-like structures along the sides of its jaw).”

“When field feeding, Mallards generally feed around sunrise and again at sunset; however, in some instances, especially during a full moon, they will feed throughout the night. They will fly up to several kilometers to reach their feeding area, generally a crop field (e.g., corn, peas, barley).”

Friday the 16th was a full moon day… I thought I heard some voices or something outside the house when night fell.  I couldn’t actually tell what the sounds were, to tell the truth.  But back to the park… which wasn’t a crop field.

One mallard wasn’t so afraid of me. Continue reading Final Days of Summer (Part II)

Final Days of Summer (Part I)

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(Sep 15 2:19 p.m.)

Last week of the season.  More red leaves are showing up, and the temperatures are dropping with them, into the 40s F.  At least where I live.

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(Sep 15 2:17 p.m.)

September 11 was not only the 15th anniversary for the worst day of terrorist attacks on U.S. soil, it was also a day of debris at home.  Powerful winds and thunderstorms.  Dark skies during the day, and, for some odd reason, the ground was dry in the afternoon.

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(Sep 11 5:29 p.m.)

Most of the greens are still mostly green.  Maybe not quite verdant now, but in the green range.

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(Sep 11 5:31 p.m.)

And the digital lens on the smartphone camera is still too sensitive.

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Overexposure that probably shouldn’t occur this much. (Sep 3 5:12 p.m.)

The flowers at USM Portland are still vibrant.

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(Sep 13 2:03 p.m.)

Yes, after months of virtual solitude, I finally got off the property.  The main impetus: uploading large files because I don’t have inexpensive broadband at home.  Unfortunately, no one seemed to appreciate what I uploaded… countless hours of fixing up music to sound much better, and… sigh, I guess I did it for me alone, then.  (It was game level music, but still…)

The 13th at the library (and then some) was nevertheless an opportunity to take lots of new photos to complete the first half of the month. Continue reading Final Days of Summer (Part I)

Impressions of Summer

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(Shot through the screened kitchen window.) (May 31 11:10 a.m.)

One month is all it took for the plant life around the house to become thick with leaves, turning the light entering the house green… not to mention the warmer temperatures.

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The flippin’ caterpillars are out.  (A few rainy days, too.) (June 3 3:47 p.m.)

…And the insects were all over the scene.

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Tiny flies, attaching themselves to the leaves… (June 6 7:09 p.m.)

The flowers need pollinating, of course.  Which brings to mind the fact that the bees are out.  Didn’t get any non-blurry images of those.
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April showers bring May…snow

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(Apr 26 12:18 p.m.)

Aww… the grass was just beginning to rise…

The skies were mostly blue Monday.  Tuesdays, temperatures dipped low enough that the in-coming precipitation turned into a blend of rain and snow.  The gutters were still dripping (water) during my walk.  I got snow on the sides of my hair despite wearing a cap.

The weather’s returned to spring today. Three sunny days in a row, according to the Accuweather forecast. …But there is still snow on the ground around the house… So… how about some new photos to remind us of what spring is supposed to look like, alright? All right.

The birds were out…

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Two geese joined in with the seagulls and ducks.  (Deering Oaks park.) (Apr 23 4:33 p.m.)
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These ducks were on the walkway.  Nevertheless, I scared them off. (Apr 23 4:31 p.m.)

Flowers on… trees?

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USM Portland parking lot. (Apr 23 2:08 p.m.)

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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday: on-ON-off

Someone’s birthday—didn’t know

Shirt changed, short-changed, destination change, arrival.
Stupid paper, entertainment all—no wonder the 60% public distrust of the media.
That courtesy of a door held open? No, and not a word spoken, but a dirty look.
Hit the stairs, seven floors, and recent memory of all run many times at once in rage.
The common break, to wait your turn, to sit and scan, memorize…Emmy® winners.
This time bowels may need to be held, standing up—damn GMO white corn chips.
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Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday

Prepare, work, dead tired; brush, change, sleep.
Up & down, creation now; rushed to make that leap.
Redness persists, well known, this time not seen.
No waiting here, driven, still no longer, ever clean.
Unforeseen destination, denial, and radio resort.
Realization of mistakes, doubt, then blame then retort.

Overnight, from plans, make the final touch.
Prepare, work, dead tired; brush, change, sleep—not much.
Awake, asleep, arise; no time, same clothes.
What fruits now yield thee…God knows.
Driven, park; walk, ducks, goose, and a game.
Flies and fly balls, dead rodent…I am still lame.

Reflection, sacrifice; pleas & love, ruined; riches toil.
Smelt and shut; mercury, lead in soil.
Prepare, work, dead tired; brush, change, sleep.
Wait, gone; sitting, clicking; what’s left I keep.