Ahhh...Woolwich, Maine, in late November. The beauty and the beast of it. Some images from yet another cold, wet walk along the Middle Road this past weekend. My late mother-in-law, Sabina Miller, used to call this kind of weather "sour," as in:Brrr, it's a sour day out there, I'm going to stay indoors by the woodstove!
I call it raw, and I do like to be out in it for awhile and then come back indoors to sit by the woodstove.
I call it raw, and I do like to be out in it for awhile and then come back indoors to sit by the woodstove.
Happy December! Very soon this will all be covered in a thick blanket of white.
4 comments:
Great litter---Sponge Bob! Nice fire--wish I was there!
Terrific photos...finding the extraordinary in the everyday--I love it!
Hi Susan
Yes, we have everything along the side of the road here - even Sponge Bob. I wish we lived closer!!!
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Hi Don
Thanks! Yes, there is a narrative everywhere you look, eh? If I could paint like you, I'd be posting paintings of those things instead of photos! It would be a bit damp working on location, though...
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