... my apologies ... it's been awhile since i've posted to my journal ... nothing wrong, simply a sort of waiting-for-winter-to-end hiatus ... my resolution, it won't happen again ... i'm going to resume with some images brought home from a little wanderabout john and i shared a few days ago ... in the next few postings i'll do a bit of catching up ...
... a little reminder: if you click on an image it will enlarge to a slide show ...
... a little reminder: if you click on an image it will enlarge to a slide show ...
... water cascading over a damn in northern maine ... of late i've been fascinated exploring color and form with a somewhat impressionistic eye ... i was pleased that even as i pressed the shutter button i had a sense of how this would turn out ...
... i waited while john checked in at the office for his presentation at the enfield school ... still, even with my creaky knees, i'd the urge to climb this most marvelous radio tower ...
... after the show we explored the boat landing at cold stream pond ...
... john always uses his super-duper telephoto zoom as a "normal" lens ...
... the middle of april, and, yes, most of the pond is still iced over ...
... a clear sign of spring, "alternative" carbon-emission free transportation...
... we enjoyed watching great rafts of ice crash over the dam ...
... john carefully negotiated a rather muddy road, of which some stretches had caved-in sections, and brought me to a place i'd never visited, the katahdin iron works, which is located adjacent to the appalachian mountain club's "hundred mile wilderness" ... no longer belching sulfur-smoke and glowing cinders, the mighty blast furnace now stands alone, a slowly decaying icon of its time ...
... this silent glade in the maine woods was once a robust thriving community ...
... now quiet dampness, this chamber once roared loudly industry's vibrant theme ...
... we stopped to admire the trestle bridge over the pleasant river in brownsville junction ... once the canadian pacific railroad stopped here for passengers, another age gone by ...
... after suspension spans these are next on my "favorite kinds of bridges" list ...
... washed away in the Great Flood of 1987, "Low's Bridge" has been wonderfully restored ... i tried to interpret my image to capture a sense of the time when this neat span wasn't an "attraction," but merely safe means of crossing the piscataquis river ...
... snow's almost gone, is green showing in the trees, days're longer than nights ... yup, is springtime ... finally ...
... what a wonderful day ...