Well, we finally had a real storm in the northeast. Power was knocked out to over 240,000 in Maine alone. It’s mild compared to the recent hurricanes in the south. (Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands are still struggling.) But it affected us directly. I got to see, firsthand, not only downed lines, but the effects of the downed wires: dark traffic lights, a closed road, and a closed half of a road, with tree debris still hanging on several cables.
We lost power last night. In fact, I’m typing this at the library. I have no photos because I took the older phone (which is actually connected and needed charging)… and I can’t find the thumb drive for any other photos. If that drive is lost, I’m SOL for now.
The winds are rose again today, and the tide has been going out. The nearest clouds are visibly moving. The winds are harsh enough that clusters of wet leaves have been tossed around violently, into the streets as you’re driving, and some sea gulls in the air find the winds hard to predict. Entry doors to the library are slightly ajar sometimes, pulled open.
Metaphorically, the winds are high in the news as well. Indictments have been made in the Russia collusion probe, as you may have read. Paul Manafort and Richard Gates, 12 charges. Tony Podesta to step down from the Podesta Group. House of Cards, canceled after someone accused Kevin Spacey of sexual abuse (and then some), after the downfall of Harvey Weinstein and the #MeToo campaign that came with it. Plenty of guilty people in the news, and more resignations to follow.
Well, I gotta go. Time restrictions. Until next time…
So I’ve been falling behind on the blogging front again. I attribute it to the national news, the negativity and lack of confidence in my voice even though I have enough I’d like to say.
Gotta post some day, so here goes.
Last Saturday wasn’t particularly eventful… in Maine, I mean. I was invited to a BBQ, but declined because it entailed more sitting around doing nothing. It’s kind of funny because, despite not going, I saw tiki torches— something you’d see at barbecues— anyway, with the news. (Not much was funny about what happened in Virginia.)
Participation or no, I needed to get out of the house. And it goes without saying: most of the opportunities in life are not going to be online.
First stop… and without much choice (because I can’t drive): timely photos of Crescent Beach, and with the better camera. As you can see, the beach was populated. (With people.)
A park ranger at the entryway toll booth asked whether I was native to the state. Maine gets a fair amount of tourism.
I saw a few animals before I even put my feet onto pavement. (As always, click to enlarge a photo. …And sorry for the traces of bird poop on the windows.) Continue reading Summer update
The difference five months makes. This is the trail that runs next to the house.
Last time on this blog, the area was covered in snow; now, it’s green with vegetation. Or, as one commenter put it: lush. This Monday, I was a bit annoyed with the stagnation in the house— being unable to deal with the squirrel that’s in our roof, for one; I stormed out.
I soon returned to grab the iPhone to take some pictures of the trail for the day.
The bucket’s still there, as well as the chairs and collapsed table(s). Continue reading The more things change…
It’s a gray Memorial Day, so I’ll let yesterday and sunny days previous speak for the season. Summer is closing in now. The green leaves have filled the view of the windows.
And the front yard is filling up. …Over brown leaves that have yet to dissolve.
And to think, this is what these leaves looked like only two weeks ago. Continue reading Green light
It wouldn’t be winter in Maine without more accumulation in March. And maybe April.
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.
Through light rain and evaporation, the snow is gradually disappearing around these parts, uncovering brown leaves left on the ground.
Precipitation this week has been very light. The weather in March so far has been cold and occasionally drizzly, but okay.
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
At this point, the trees are practically bare (not counting the white stuff). But leading up to Thanksgiving (U.S.), there were still some reds on the trees.
The snow that appeared November 21 cleared enough by the next day; as you can see in the above pictures, it’s hard to tell that it snowed at all.
It was still cold enough that the large quartz heaters were set up outside the Tiqa Café. Not only that, but the people there were burning something. (I could smell it, and see a thin layer of smoke coming up in the center of the ‘seating area.’) Continue reading Fall update
So, the last time I hit the trail near the house, on the day Maine-native Anna Kendrick’s Scrappy Little Nobody was scheduled to be released, I discovered another path connected to the large clearing. The first time I visited the clearing, it was starting to get dark (around sunset, plus rain) and I was only passing through, so I missed this path.
The precipitation had begun to pick up again Tuesday, so I put on my L.L. Bean cap. There was a noticeable decline in elevation, before hitting a split… or fork. Or…
…a Snickers® box (on a branch).
Like before, I went left first. It’s hard to say the neighbor kids would be wanting to venture down this area on small motor vehicles… Continue reading Boldly going where one man hasn’t gone before…
So things are moving now, somewhat. Life-wise, a few windows are visible, and maybe a door or two will open for me.
But it takes action for things to actually move, and personally asking questions to know what the heck I’m looking at, let alone know what I’m doing…
And so, I am moving. Not moving out for good (as I should), but moving my feet, and throwing caution to the wind. Just a bit. …I managed to “capture” two of the blue flies I’ve seen hanging around the front yard, this fall…