... after i picked up john i coasted the car down his driveway to the edge of western avenue, stopped, and asked, "which way" ... of course, it never much matters the direction we head, but the question has become a bit of a not-to-be-neglected ritual ... after a bit of wandering, during which we found a great waterfall—or, better put, what will be a great waterfall once it rains—we circled up through strong and then made our way to north new portland ...
... only a few days out of surgery, john demonstrates his resolve ... camera, of course, is merely prelude to a canoe paddle ...
... i never tire of photographing the wire bridge ...
... after a stop for refreshments in kingfield, we made our way to the dam on gillman stream ... next to the guard rail were these beautiful flowers ...
... this one i know, lupine ... lupinus perennis ... for over 6,000 years this plant was eaten in the andean highlands ... it was never bred to increase its nutritional content, however, and fell out of favor as a food source after the spanish conquest of the region ...
... little remains of what was once a busy sawmill ...
... i think the water gates are still maintained, otherwise i'd have succumbed to a rather childish urge and given all these wheels a spin ...
... this is my favorite ... i mean, how cool would it be to have the job that actually authorizes you to play with this ...
... another wonderful flower ... blue ...
... its perfectly purple pal ...
... i've no idea, but i'm betting they're going to become something wonderful ...
... i was thinking, "m'be i'll knock on the door, see if they're selling any of that clear paint varnish—you know, the stuff that comes in a mason jar and is federal tax free" ...
... i hope i helped john heal ...