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In The Merry, Merry Month of May, Day Two:

12 May 2009

The next day we went out to the Marshlands Conservancy, in Rye. The terrain was a little flatter than I like, but it was another very nice hike. I must have left my photographer’s brain at home, though, because I came back with a camera full of ruined shots from that day.

We saw a bunch of deer crossing the trail. The ones I managed to shoot either turned out headless, as they were passing behind trees when I tripped the shutter; or blurry, because I didn’t have sense enough to change the ISO setting on the camera to compensate for the dark overcast exacerbated by thick canopy. It sure was green in there, though.

I did manage to get an almost-passable shot of a pair of Great Egrets hunting along the marsh.


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Great Egret [Casmerodius albus] at the Marshlands Conservancy in Rye, N.Y.


Just before the first crack of thunder heralding the coming storm, we came upon a tiny cascade:


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Tiny cascade in Marshlands Conservancy, Rye, N.Y.


The last shot shows just how incredibly green it was in there. It doesn’t show how incredibly overrun with poison ivy it was. At least I haven’t started itching yet.

Right after that we hotfooted it out of the woods and made it back to the car just as the first drops started falling.

Next up: Day Three.

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It Doesn’t Rhyme With “Waco”

1 May 2007

I had to travel to the VA Clinic at Saco (pronounced SOCK-o) today, and the brain damage cleared away long enough for me to remember that Laurel Hill Cemetery on Beach Street is known for its masses of daffodils. This being daffodil season around these parts, I took the old Nikon and tripod with me and shot some more daffodils (as if you hadn’t had enough).

Lots of mommies pushing baby-filled strollers, some parking the kids in the middle of the flowers for cute photos. It was a nice cap to a task-filled day that had no space in it for my afternoon nap.

I wanted to post more pix out of this shoot, so I made ’em smaller. If they strain your eyes, lemme know and I’ll make ’em bigger and just take the account quota hit.


Path leading down to the Saco River, which at this point is a tidal estuary:

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There are lots of granite memorial benches, like this one:

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The daffodils come in several colors:

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These are nice:

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There’s even a bit of salt marsh. The wind wasn’t blowing especially hard, but it didn’t let up much. Because I was going for the depth of field, I was shooting at slow shutter speeds and had to time the shots for when the flowers were relatively still:

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This is the slope down to the river from the road where the less active people park and watch:

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I could swear that I heard little daffodil voices singing, “Neener, neener, neener” to the marble reminder of mortality in their midst:

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And here’s Captain Jack:

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Aprill Shoures…

4 April 2007

…Maine style.

Back to the Falmouth Nature Preserve. Last time I took the Red Trail; this time I tried the Orange.

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It’s late and I’m tired, so I’ll skip the chatter and give you what you want.


Spring snow on hemlock:

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Hemlock and salt marsh in spring snowstorm:

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Old oak leaves, salt marsh, yadda yadda:

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Spring snow on last year’s beech leaves:

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The snow blower and shovel will be calling my name early tomorrow morning.

Whan that Aprill, with his shoures soote
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote…

But first the shoures have to melt.

Sepia Spring Scenic

30 March 2007

Maine is known for its fall foliage. I kinda like the monochrome look of some other times of year. In November, after the maples and birches have had their fling, the oaks take over, giving us a palette of umbers, siennas and ochers.

In early spring (otherwise known as mud season) everything has a sort of sepia look, like an old photograph. Especially on a morning like we had today, when the sun struggles to break through the overcast. Even the white pines that make this the Pine Tree State seem subdued.

This is a stream through a salt marsh in Falmouth:

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This was my first trip to the Falmouth Nature Preserve. I didn’t know it was there until yesterday. I should’ve worn my crampons; I spent too much time trying to keep from planting the camera lens-down on the ice, something that brings the shoot to a sudden and expensive end. I speak from experience.

This part of the trail wasn’t bad, because it was level:

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The place is obviously a large dog run. I like to try to spot what animals have been in the area, but all I saw today was dog tracks. And dog poop. And that pretty much guarantees that there’s not gonna be much in the way of wildlife.

There are little spots of color, but you have to look for them. Like this checkerberry poking up through the snow:

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An interesting place. I think I’ll be visiting it again.