Blood Moon Eclipse

 

At the end of last month I convinced my parents to go on a little one night camping trip with me.  I just wish my brother could have been there.  [-_-,]

 

When we settled into our campsite, which was right on the water of Cobscook Bay, I noticed someone had made a little rock cairn on a boulder a few yards out from the high tide line.  It was pretty neat.

 

Cobscook Cairn

 

And, come to find out, we timed the trip perfectly.  The night we were there, the blood moon eclipse occurred.  Sadly, I wasn’t really prepared photographically.  I had my camera, but I didn’t have my tripod which I ended up needing.  So, sadly, my shots of the red shadow on the moon from the eclipse didn’t come out so well.  I did get a few decent shots of the moon rising though.  Here’s one…

 

Moonrise at Cobscook State Park

 

It was actually a decent camping trip.  My parents and I thought it was going to be unbearably cold where we’re getting into fall and the temperature tends to drop at night here in Maine, but it was actually quite nice.

 

 

Until next time…

 

[-_-]

 

~A.M.

Tragedy

 

Greetings, folks. I’ve returned. I doubt many, if any, of you even noticed the absence of my weekly Monday blog posts. Those of you that did notice, congrats, you get a gold star for being observant.

 

I don’t want get into all the details as to why I went silent so suddenly, but I can tell you that it was due to a profound loss I and my family suffered the end of August (and if that wasn’t hard enough, that tragedy was followed by the loss of one of my cats two weeks later). I needed to take some time to…I don’t know… I was going to say “come to terms with it” but that hasn’t happened yet. I don’t think it’s going to happen for a while as it still doesn’t seem real.

 

But, you folks don’t read my blog to hear about my life or loss. You’re here for the photography, the stories about the photography, and maybe even the smatterings of humor (if you get my humor, or even call it “humor“) I inject into the posts. Well, there won’t be much humor for a while still, but I’m going to do my best to get back into the weekly routine of posting a new blog each Monday.

 

So, I’ll leave you folks with, literally, the last picture I took before tragedy struck.

 

Have a good week.

 

 

Birch Point Trail

 

 

 

Until next time…

 

[-_-,]

 

~A.M.

What The…!? Oh Hell No!

 

Recently, as I was working on my computer, one of my cats, Kenzi, was sitting on my windowsill and suddenly took off into the hall.  Typically, when one of them does that, it’s because they see something in my yard and are chasing it to another window in the house to watch it.  That wasn’t the case this time.

 

After Kenzi ran out of my room, I heard her in the hall growling.  Not wanting there to be a fight between her and one of my other cats, I went to see what her problem was.  When I stepped out into the hall, Kenzi was crouched down with her ears back and her tail swishing back and forth.  She was looking at my other female cat, Abby.  So, I looked too.  At first, it didn’t register what I was seeing, I thought Abby had found some kind of green cord to play with (which confused me because I have nothing like that lying around the house), but when it started flailing around, I realized that it was a little garden snake.  A snake…in…my…house…!  [O_O]

 

Now, I’m not afraid of snakes, but I’m not fond of them either.  Though, I was pretty surprised to find one in my house and what freaked me out was the fact that I didn’t know how (or when) it got in.  But, Abby, my good little hunter, caught it for me, and Kenzi let me know.  Luckily, I got to Abby before she could kill and eat it.  I grabbed a plastic shopping bag and picked the little guy (or gal) up.  I got this photo before I went outside and released the snake into the bushes on the other side of my yard.

 

Garden Snake

 

Now I’m paranoid about snakes getting into my house.  But, I’m confident that if one does, Abby will catch it and Kenzi will let me know.

 

 

Until next time… Beware of snakes!

 

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~A.M.

Stuck In A Rut

 

 

I don’t know about any of you, my dear readers, but every now and then, I find myself stuck in a rut. Mostly it’s creativity related, but sometimes I look at my surroundings and think, “I need to change this s#!t around.” And by that I don’t mean getting out of the house for a “change of scenery,“ I mean, physically rearrange the furniture kind of change. So, recently, that’s what I did. I completely rearranged my space. And because I got into this mode (it actually took me several days to even figure out a new layout that would actually work), I didn’t really spend much time on my photography, or my writing. My writing has been suffering long before I got into this little “have to change my space” rut, but that’s a whole other headache of a story for never.

 

Anyway, I apologize that I don’t have any story or words of wisdom to share with you folks this week, but here’s a picture from my archives for you to enjoy… So… Enjoy!

 

Two Fawns that were in my front yard with their mother!

Two Fawns that were in my front yard with their mother!

 

 

 

Until next time…

 


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~A.M.

Not A Botanist

 

“Damn it, I’m a photographer, not a botanist!”  Which is why I can’t identify half the plants, shrubs, and flowers I see while hiking.  I can tell the difference between deciduous and coniferous trees and I can identify things like daisies, buttercups, irises, lilacs, Lotus blossoms, etc., but  beyond what’s common knowledge, I’m typically lost.

 

So, when I came across this in a marshy area of the trail I was hiking one day, I had no idea what it was.  But while hiking another trail on another day, I came across an information plaque that labeled this a “Pitcher Plant.”

 

Strange Plant

 

And here’s the underside…. Odd…

 

Strange Plant (underside)

 

 

 

Until next time…

 

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~A.M.