Maine
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“Andromeda! Sweet woman!”
Such things stay with a person. And yet, they don’t. Again, how can I not seek that out? Continue reading
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Up and at ’em.
There is nothing, I feel, more beautiful nor perfect than a dog running in the morning, astride a body of water, the sun rising Continue reading
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Friday Odds and Ends
We are surrounded by short stories. Continue reading
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A Call From the Fog
We’ve had a couple days of snow. And more falling. Maggie and I were, as always, on the Eastern Prom this morning, post-holing our way along (why did I give away my snowshoes?) and I heard the call of the fog horn from the bay. The sound rolled in from the South. I thought perhaps… Continue reading
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Casco Bay, Maggie, and a Winter Storm.
“It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.” ~ Jim Harrison, The Road Home I’ve written of the Harrison quote before. I haunts me. I am a dog person. That is only part of it. I am also acutely aware of, dare I say?,… Continue reading
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Forty degrees at seven o’clock
It’s Sunday and morning, my favorite time of the day (“light so low upon the Earth…Oh, the woods and the meadows…” wrote Tennyson). It’s chilly, forty degrees, and Maggie and I stretch out our walk and head down the Prom, abreast of the water, as the sun breaks through the clouds. There are two German… Continue reading
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