... on my way down to visit my friends in mt. vernon i stopped at castle island to take pictures ... as i got out of the car the door slamming startled these ducks into flight ... clearly not an audubon magazine cover shot, still i was pleased that i could raise the camera and manange to, as they say, snap this picture on the fly ...
... this afternoon's gusting winds had littered the snowbanks with debris ...
... i think the reason this part of the lake stays ice free is because of the strong currents in the castle island channel ...
... two snowmobilers were driving (racing?) across the surface of long pond ... a bit of trivia: i've flown in a helicopter, jumped out of a perfectly good airplane, done a tourist cruise in an electric submarine, and, as you all know, spent most of a summer atop my motorcycle, but i've not once every ridden on a snowmobile ... am i right to think that's a little strange ...
... a planned stop, i wanted to snap a picture to illustrate a couple of questions i'd like answered: "what is a public interest phone," and, "when did public interest phones first appear" ... while taking the picture i noticed the most wonderful metal roof ice curl i've ever seen ...
... i examined it closely, the weight of the ice is actually being supported by the side of the building ...
... to any architects reading my journal, i hope this serves as inspiration ...
... of course, i was most pleased that me standing in the middle of the road with my camera served inspiration for another photographer to stop ...
... in scenic downtown mt. vernon i chanced across this composition ...
... having to pick up liz at her ma's house, taking the long way to the martin stream road i wandered up cape cod hill in new sharon ...
... many are the times i've parked my car or motorcycle on this ridge and enjoyed the view ... sometimes i take pictures, sometimes i don't ... i most enjoy the afternoons when i think to bring a subway sandwich and thermos of iced tea ... late at night this is perhaps one of the best spots in maine from which to watch the northern lights ...
... walking uphill back to the road i broke through the crusty surface of the snow and sank almost to my armpits ... every time i tried to extricate myself i'd get halfway out and then break through again ... for a few minutes i thought that this might be my end, frozen like a giant popsicle, crows landing atop my head and calling their buddies to come see so they could all share a great laugh ...
... i managed to get out, obviously, but, equally true, i can't think of a nicer place to be stuck ...