Stories from the hills of Western Maine. The hills of western Maine,. where the subtle matters and the spectacular distracts. Bernd Heinrich in A Year in the Maine Woods. Sunday, March 4, 2018. In 2013 Charlie and I went to the National Song and Dance Festival in Riga, Latvia. Memorializes the effect of a similar festival in strengthening and consolidating national fervor and accelerating the end of the Soviet Occupation in neighboring Estonia. My CD player often has Auli. In it which can be quite start.

This is where I share the wisdom that a granny, as an elder of the tribe, accumulates in her journey through life. The reach of my mind is wide, and sometimes even a little deep. Sometimes, like Whitman, I contradict myself. Sometimes I fall on my face. Why not do it in public? Thursday, April 23, 2009. I would rather be ashes than dust! I still miss her every single day. Friday, June 20, 2008.

Thursday, August 06, 2015. LIGHT AND DARK AND LIGHT. Here and there in the grains of photos remaining from that time you can see the blurred outline of a person, sometimes with a child or even two, walking where the way was once familiar, but now was the bottom of an incinerator the size of their city, still burning through them even as they walked, perhaps to escape the heat of all the nothing that remained. Thursday, August 06, 2015.

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under the sun. Friday, June 01, 2007. Click on pictures for more detail. My Canon S3 IS camera. Check out the birds at the feeder pictures below.

Monday, January 3, 2011. If you follow me here, I hope you will follow me on the other blog. You will hear from me more often. I like sharing and getting feedback and making new friends in the process. Saturday, November 20, 2010. Indie Folk Lovers UNITE! I want to start sharing music loves of mine. I grew up listening to old school hip-hop, and my step-dad was a pretty impressive break dancer, I kid not! Wednesday,.

I Spy With My Little Eye. Wednesday, October 8, 2014. A symphony of whistling and peanut butter. Friday, August 22, 2014. He has woven a fish. He quietly hands it to one of the children in his party, disappears for a few moments and returns with another blade of grass. A lot of living happens in the waiting. Wednesday, February 12, 2014. Tuesday, July 9, 2013. How are you feeling? .

Wednesday, December 30, 2009. Full Moon by Robert Hayden. No longer throne of a goddess to whom we pray,. Tumbling Mother Goose man,. The brilliant challenger of rocket experts,. The white hope of communications men. Some I love who are dead. Were watchers of the moon and knew its lore;. Planted seeds, trimmed their hair,. Pierced their ears for gold hoop earrings. As it waxed or waned. It shines tonight upon their graves.