My Good Friend Dieter Carved This

my good and deeply missed friend Dieter Bergman created this nice piece of work with just about everything being from Red Point located on the North East River, Chesapeake Bay demarcation - a piece of driftwood for the overall background, sand from the beach, conglomerate sandstone from the beach and possibly (I am not certain} a bit of driftwood for the duck and I have had this over forty years now and think about Dieter everytime I pour a single malt for my 'sun-over-the-yardarm' for my evening salute to life and those who have gone on

House, Here Comes The Water Piple

Grass Snake, I Think - ???

02 February

11 February

Red

Who Is That Man Taking Photographs?

one headless granddaughter and two great granddaughters - WOW!!

Black Gum

Tiger Swallowtail

Posted this two years ago - and it is lovely - Spring Sleep - by Bai Juyi about 800 A.D.

Pillow low quilt warm body smooth and steady
Sunshine room door cloth not open
Still have young spring air taste
Often brief arrive sleep at come

The pillow's low, the quilt is warm, the body smooth and peaceful,
Sun shines on the door of the room, the curtain not yet open.
Still the youthful taste of spring remains in the air,
Often it will come to you even in your sleep. 

Bai Juyi, also spelled Bo Juyi, Wade-Giles romanization Pai Chü-i or Po Chü-i, courtesy name (zi) Letian, literary name (hao) Xiangshan Jushi (born 772, Xinzheng, Henan province, China—died 846, Luoyang, Henan province), Chinese poet of the Tang dynasty (618–907) who used his elegantly simple verse to protest the social evils of his day, including corruption and militarism. 

https://www.britannica.com/biography/Bai-Juyi

Through A Glass -

The Edge of Darkness Holds No Bars

Sliante

Sláinte Agaid-Sa - my toast to you this morn however you choose to view it

my title is a play on the word 'slant' of the shadows above - 

In The Herb Garden

Easter Morn III

so too the legend of the Dogwood

Easter Morn II

and that same sun brings the sheen of new leaves being born again in spring

Easter Morn

stepping onto the porch with the glorious sun lighting the lantern and bringing the glory of the day into focus

Cooling Just A Bit

Get Together

Exiting 695 onto Charles Street

Oak Leaves Still Unfurling

 Unfirling

Snake - not yet identified, young it seems, probably about an inch in diameter and maybe 18 inches long

Finishing Up - through the clay into sand and water awaits

after passing through the sand they touched red clay - so they stopped and pumped in air to send the water up and out to get rid of any sand - I should soon get specifics as to depth and etc but know that they did go down approximately 220 feet (@ 26.40 meters)

The New Well, Well Drilled

The Last Blossom

 

Almost In Place

The Big Red Rig

The Rig - backing slowly in, after pulling into my neighbors drive across the way

The Well Drilling Rig

Miss Utility - 'red' for power, orange/red for communication

Miss Utility - marking the underground power line, comcast line etc for the well drilling company - and me

Out For A Snack

Every One - II

Every One Is - you can deny the gobal warming but every high tide I photograph is about six inches higher than when I was young

I would love to call this a Smack - but no sails, only the smack on the hull

The Sycamore Environ

- "Because It's There"

The First National Bank of North East - long gone but long remembered at the Town Park

this bank opened in 1903 and printed money until 1935 - which was the depths of the great depression - the bank was famed for being one of the few banks that never closed its doors during those drear days of extreme despair and I miss seeing that impressive granite edifice