More from Odds and Ends Photography
Gidget was taking her time when I took her outside the other morning. While I dawdled with her, I began to notice the frost. Silly, I know. Yet, ten minutes … Continue reading
Hannah and I are in Pennsylvania for a quick college exploration visit and Hannah’s first college interview. This afternoon, I took Hannah to Waggoner’s Gap where dad took me a … Continue reading
We made a whirlwind visit to Massachusetts this weekend to visit the last of the colleges on Hannah’s list of schools. She now has one big yes and a few … Continue reading
A flat of lupine seedlings ready for planting present the most compelling picture – pattern upon pattern.
I work from home a couple of days a week. The bulk of that time I’m glued to my computer, the time passing without notice. Yet, there are those moments … Continue reading
Sunrise on a foggy morning left an eerie light over my solitary tree standing watch over the barrens.
Blame it on the moon. That’s what I said when I arrived to work later than planned this morning. When I saw the full moon behind the mist over frosty … Continue reading
I love patterns. I see them everywhere in nature – in the clouds, in the marsh grass, in the boat-shaped petals of a Lupin, in winter’s drifts of snow. And … Continue reading
Winter. Spring. Cadillac Mountain across the Mt. Desert Narrows.
Thursdays are spent at the Women’s Health Resource Library in Milbridge. This is the view of the Narraguagus River from the window this morning. Another round of snow moving in, … Continue reading
A rising crescent moon vying for attention with the setting sun. My iPhone doesn’t do the scene justice.
Bare winter trees in silhouette against a setting sun.
As October comes to a close, here are a few of my favorite autumn photos from the month.
I think I’m addicted to photographing birds. Paul and Hannah had a bird theme going for my Christmas gifts. I received four new feeders and a Birds of Maine field … Continue reading
I don’t see many Robins at my house. That’s probably because I don’t really have a lawn. I’m hopeful that someday I will have a tiny patch that might require … Continue reading
A Mourning Dove hunkered down on a cold, snowy Sunday.