Toxicodendron radicans

- known better as Poison Ivy and other appellations such as poison oak etc - I luckily am not bothered much by this plant but for those that are it can be a disturbing skin reaction that itches intensely and become a very scabby rash - it does make a lovely autumn colour though

North East Creek - flowing fairly clear after all the rain

- While Overhead

while walking along the North East Creek I noticed three buzzards gliding gracefully in large sweeping circles which gradually were moving them farther away with each circle - but luckily I caught this bird before they became mere specks

North East Creek - with Mallards (and a 'sun dog' from reflected sun)

I am using the term 'sun dog' a little incorrectly but the effect is created in a similar manner as far as I can tell.

Kinky Sycamore

Just A Song At Twilight

Just A Song At Twilight

Once in the dear dead days beyond recall,
When on the world the mists began to fall,
Out of the dreams that rose in happy throng
Low to our hearts Love sang an old sweet song;
And in the dusk where fell the firelight gleam,
Softly it wove itself into our dream.

Tide's In - II

I actually posted the two previous photos so that the viewer could see that I didn't enhance the blue of the mist rising off the water - this was just one of those glorious moments that occur, often unseen, around us all the time - enjoy!!

Tide's In - Land's Out (when the old Acme was at the edge of town, the meat manager managed to say this at least once a week - and it wore a grove in my brain that will never let me forget)

Beauty Spots, they're everywhere

Damp Day in Autumn - II

Damp Day in Autumn

As summer ends and autumn comes, the days get shorter and shorter. This is how the trees "know" to begin getting ready for winter.

During winter, there is not enough light or water for photosynthesis. The trees will rest, and royal reviewlive off the food they stored during the summer. They begin to shut down their food-making factories. The green chlorophyll disappears from the leaves.As the bright green fade away we begin to see yellow and orange colors. Small amounts of these colors have been in the leaves all along. We just can't see them in the summer, because they are covered up by the green chlorophyll.

The bright reds and purples we see in leaves are made mostly in the fall. In some trees, like maples, glucose is trapped in the leaves after photosynthesis stops. Sunlight and the cool nights of autumn cause the leaves turn this glucose into a red color.

The brown color of trees like oaks is made from wastes left in the leaves.

It is the combination of all these things that make the beautiful fall foliage colors we enjoy each year.

http://www.sciencemadesimple.com/leaves.html

Up The Lazy River

Rainy Day - Red

Rainy Day - II

Rainy Day

Hint of Colour

(and if you look toward the left horizon there comes the 'power' boat quickly accessing the beauty of the day)

Autumn Water

Back Water

Love

love

what possesses a 52 year old man

to begat a child, he wondered.

And the answer swelling beneath his hand

kicked a message of love bonding to his heart.

Love – lyric of age upon age

is the message of the medium

for all else is dumb brute. Love is

a rainbow of meaning from lust to God

from unborn babe to bursting naked

passion in the night. Love flows down

the generations – father to son,

mother to child

and with unflagging hands we pass it on

a wave front passing through time and space

and all that begs it is anathema.

Himself

I wrote this about thirty odd years ago when my youngest son was conceived and it is still my truth

Arundel Pier - II ... this is perhaps a mile and a half or so away with the power boat exiting on the right while the peaceful sail boat dreams on

The Old Turtle Philosopher knows it is coming time to 'Go To Mud'

Across the river and about a mile from the old Arundel pier (North East Isles now - but in the day)

Full Fall

Eek!

moving a board stored in the wood rick we disturbed the little fellow

Thine individual being, shalt thou go
To mix forever with the elements,
To be a brother to the insensible rock
And to the sluggish clod, which the rude swain
Turns with his share, and treads upon. The oak
Shall send his roots abroad, and pierce thy mold.

"Thanatopsis" by William Cullen Bryant

It has to be King Cole (tea i.e.)

sun prismed through a pot of King Cole tea

Come, rest awhile, 'tis eventide' -

To every thing there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven . . . for who will bring him to see what shall be after him

Awake you that dream while early morning casts it spell

Prospect Harbour, Maine - the old sardine plant now doing lobster

Cranberries - they are everywhere but we have enough for the day and are headed back up the beach

Schoodic Point, Maine - even in October people come in rain to watch the waves break

Just part of the view the day we were picking cranberries -

King(s) on the log

when I was a kid we used to play 'king on the hill' (sort of a human instinct game of who is boss) where on some small mound of earth or boxes or what ever everyone would try to become the only one standing upright on that mound after furious minutes of flailing, throwing, tripping and what ever method not involving actual fisticuffs although many a nose was bloodied in the process depending on where we played

but here on this log the Mallards seem to be king(s) simply by being first while the geese are waiting patiently for their turn [just dumb beasts, eh?]