More of North Sydney, Cape Breton

Fifteen dollar boots, and they're made in Canada.


Emily and her dog Abbie. No milk today. Deliveries are Mondays and Thursdays.


The ferry from North Sydney to Newfoundland.


The Tom Fun Family Orchestra at Rollie's Wharf in North Sydney, Cape Breton.
I met the lead singer, Ian, the night before during the fiddle circle at Rollie's.
I turned to the table next to me and saw Ian, Aaron and Meg. I think asked them something like, "Do you mind if I join you?" Ian said, "Well, it's just like that is it?"

North Sydney, Nova Scotia

Sunset on the way into North Sydney.


JoJo MacNeil jigs at Rollie's Wharf, a restaurant and lounge, during the Thursday night fiddle circle. MacNeil is also a Cape Breton fiddler.


Louis and Mr. Buttons.


A lobstering boat dry docked in the backyard.


Steve is a lobsterman and a native of Nova Scotia, a Mi'kmaq (Micmac).


Graves at a seaside cemetery in Sydney Mines, Nova Scotia.

12-Hour Drive

Leaving Maine About 7 a.m.


I camped out in the parking lot across from the police station in North Sydney, Nova Scotia.

Headed North

I am headed north as far as I can go. I may not be able to post anything over the next week.

AMARA Slideshow Test

Here is a slideshow combining an audio poem I made a couple years ago called Space Aged Glossary, and some of my random space-aged photos. It is my first test with a slideshow application made by the software company Amara.

Skunked

A neighbor's dogs got sprayed by a skunk - skunked. Smells great!

Red

Truck

Green

Fiddleheads

Blue

Sky

Walked Up a Hill to See the Ocean

Yesterday I took gasoline out of and underground gas well. Put it in my truck. And drove to Camden Maine.


Driving past a church on the eastern outskirts of Augusta Maine.


Wal-Mart has infiltrated the sparsely-populated interior of Maine.


Sparkling Cat Treasures on Rt. 17 in Maine.


Maine spare tire.


Got a couple slices and some coffee at the Mic Mac Mart in Maine.


Walked into the woods.


Looked down into the spring trees.


I smashed my foot in chewing gum in Maine.



Camden Maine from Mt. Megunticook.


Mt. Battie Maine.


Fiddleheads in Maine.
I'm told these are a little too mature to eat. There were many fiddleheads and ferns at various stages in Camden Hills. My neighbor Jaret says you eat them like spinach.

Poetics Off The Page

For poetics off the page; a misunderstood subject.