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Green light

By the street. (May 28 2:55 p.m.)

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.

(May 19 11:24 a.m.)

And the front yard is filling up. …Over brown leaves that have yet to dissolve.

(May 17 2:13 p.m.)

And to think, this is what these leaves looked like only two weeks ago. Continue reading Green light

Fall update

(Nov 22 2:44 p.m.)
What was left of the leaves in November at Deering Oaks, compared to the many colors of October. (Nov 22 2:44 p.m.)

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.

Purplish shadows in the parking lot. (Nov 22 2:20 p.m.)

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.

Smoke in the center. (Nov 22 2:26 p.m.)

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

Boldly going where one man hasn’t gone before…

(Nov 15 3:54 p.m.)

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…

(Nov 15 3:55 p.m.)

…a Snickers® box (on a branch).

“Packed with peanuts, SNICKERS® really satisfies”®
The yellow ink’s completely faded, making the caramel look alien and the peanuts look like pills or something. (Nov 15 3:55 p.m.)

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…

Paths undiscovered

(Nov 6 1:22 p.m.)
Intense colors. (Nov 6 1:22 p.m.)

There may be an infinite number of things we can do or ways to do them in life, but we only walk the paths we are ready to walk.  We are not meant to walk them all.  Or even see them all.

Sometimes we can become so buried in our work that we lose parts of the big picture.  We can busy ourselves to exhaustion or pretend to avoid confrontation or danger (such as having a smartphone in front of us, or earbuds in to bore others), or to avoid pain… But life isn’t meant to be lived in a bubble.  We are meant to feel, and do what scares us every now and then.  We aren’t ants or plants; we are human beings.

(Nov 5 1:24 p.m.)

Now, if there’s anyone who’s lived under a rock, it’s me.  And I mean, I have nothing, nada, zip figured out from experience.  The main reason why I can’t really write a novel is because my own living story is so empty.  I am Exhibit A for someone who hasn’t done anything with his life.

Going up?  Sorry, no. (Nov 5 4:51 p.m.)

However, since 2012, I have opened up to opportunity quite a bit. …Of course my methods have been awful as opportunity most always doesn’t return my calls.  I’ve been reaching out to strangers, sometimes with my heart on my sleeve.  Lots of failure.

(Nov 10 4:49 p.m.)
(Nov 10 4:49 p.m.)

Still, the people I’ve met these past four years have changed my life in ways big and small.  I’m trying new things, attempting to socialize more, even if the results are not great.  The Saturday group, for example— I learned things I couldn’t have possibly learned not going. Continue reading Paths undiscovered

And the path I took…

(Nov 3 5:22 p.m.)

With so many trees, come so many leaves in the fall.  And varying shades of blue from the bluish rain clouds are seen in the water collected on such leaves.

(Nov 3 5:26 p.m.)
(Nov 3 5:26 p.m.)

Because it was raining Thursday, I didn’t expect anyone to be out.  That helped as far as my courage went, in case I actually was trespassing… Our southern neighbor kids (now adults) have driven small vehicles down this path.  Now, from all the seasonal winds, there are plenty of fallen branches to dodge.  And, like the woods at Crescent Beach park, some of the ground was mushy.

Half past five, the sun was setting, and… it was my first time down this way, so I didn’t catch any small clearing areas along the path.  (I wasn’t really paying attention anyway.)  But eventually, I reached a large clearing.

(Nov 3 5:32 p.m.)
(Nov 3 5:32 p.m.)

An intersection of a clearing.  Two visible paths, ahead and to my left… and a metal folding chair to the right. Continue reading And the path I took…

Final Days of Summer (Part II)

(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.

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)

A day at Crescent Beach (Part II)

Before I continue, I probably should say a little something about the delay of posting today: I made a promise to get the photos up soon.  And I had most of them up in the library already.  I had the tab open, in an early stage of developing the post… I revisited a few things of last year…of other blogs… and I was cut off. The limited data plan broke my promise. …Or forced me to stretch the meaning of the word ‘soon.’  Either way, I’m here now.  At least there are 31 days in May.

…Now. Back to the 14th.

(May 14 3:43 p.m.)

I took another little walk on the beach…
Continue reading A day at Crescent Beach (Part II)

A day at Crescent Beach (Part I)

Beach sands. (May 14 3:39 p.m.)

In the middle of May, I took the opportunity to snap photos of Crescent Beach state park. My mother visits the park with some frequency during warmer times of the year, and she’d asked me a few times before to come with. It was a good idea— the sights, the air, the walks that are, say longer than one would think.

Walkway. (May 14 3:48 p.m.)

Continue reading A day at Crescent Beach (Part I)

Progression of the season…

(Apr 30 4:39 p.m.)
(Apr 30 4:39 p.m.)

The presumed cherry blossom tree turned white, and now… green?

(May 10 2:38 p.m.)

Compare these photos to April 23…

(Apr 23 2:08 p.m.)
(Apr 23 2:08 p.m.)

I guess that’s the progression over weeks of time.  Well, spring in general is progressing.  Of course.  The people at USM like to install vibrant flowers.

(Apr 27 12:49 p.m.)
Red tulips and plant with violet/indigo colors. (Apr 27, 2016 12:49 p.m.)
(May 10 4:48 p.m.)
(May 10 4:48 p.m.)

It won’t be until summer, though, that you’d see flowers like these…

(June 30, 2015 3:56 p.m.)
(June 30, 2015 3:56 p.m.)
(June 30, 2015 3:56 p.m.)
Wow. (June 30, 2015 3:56 p.m.)

It takes quite the color-correcting to get photos like those to look right.

(Apr 27 3:36 p.m.)
(Apr 27, 2016 3:36 p.m.)

…Stepped-on seeds, I presume.  Something I noticed: The tar is looking more yellowish due to the warmer season sun light. …Something I needed to notice to get the colors right in processing the photos.

(Apr 17 4:34 p.m.)
(Apr 17 4:34 p.m.)

…Just something to give you an impression of how large the trees at the park can get… and larger than this.

(Apr 21 3:15 p.m.)

They repaired the sidewalk at Deering Oaks park.  For what it looked like prior… yeah, it needed repairs.

Continue reading Progression of the season…

The insects called it… too early

Wishcamper Center building, USM. (Mar 17 5:00 p.m.)

Just three days before spring officially kicked off in the U.S., the flies were out.  On day two of spring…

(Mar 21 10:09 a.m.)

It snowed.  And again, on Thursday.

(Mar 22 6:23 p.m.)

Only so much snow can melt in one day.  In fact, some white was still on the pines Friday after a ‘dusting,’ with varying precipitation thereafter.

Now, instead of boring you, dear reader, with more pictures of snow, I’ll go back to that day where the flies were out too early.  (Who knows how many died.)  …I may have sprained my right foot skipping to/fro the car…

USM Portland garage and parking lot. (Mar 17 5:02 p.m.)

This scene, of course, was brighter than what the photos may imply… but I can only adjust the gamma so much without revealing just how washed-out the colors can be (gray pine needles) due to the smartphone camera.

A quarter-hour after leaving USM Portland, my mother and I went to Deering Oaks park, where you could say it looked like spring already— no ice on the pond, the squirrels and ducks out in somewhat larger numbers…

Ducks Swimmin’ Away from me(!) (Mar 17 5:26 p.m.)

Compare that to March 3rd; the very same pond was partially frozen…

Another two ducks swimming away… (Click on an image to see the full resolution.) (Mar 3 5:11 p.m.)

Continue reading The insects called it… too early