Harlow Gallery

I have a picture in a show at Harlow Gallery in Hallowell, Maine. The show opened a couple weeks ago.

New England 4th of July

I met my brother, sister-in-law, nephew and a distant cousin at the Roger Williams zoo in Providence, R.I. on July 3rd.


Rog and Alton in one of the exhibits.


Looking at seals.


Drinking frozen lemonade at the Roger Williams statue.


Andrew and Alton and alpacas at Tom and Andy's Paradise Alpaca Farm, in Little Rhodey.


Badminton in Jamestown, R.I. on the 4th of July.


Pete receives his childhood bear from one of his sisters. His girlfriend, Stacey laughs.


My brother holds my nephew, and I pose at the Beaver Tail State Park.


A security person puts out the open sign on a Newport mansion that offers tours.


The grave of Penelope Clark.


Sitting on the porch talking before the fireworks.


Watching the fireworks across the Narragansett Bay.


Kellie and Will play dominoes in a dining room with a mural of Jamestown, R.I.


Pete laughs at his nephew Will's hilarious joke.


My nephew, Will on the porch.


Will at the playground.


A picture of Robin Hood that Will and his Aunt Katharine drew together.


Katharine's cat Nick who has long whiskers and may soon change his name to Graham.


"Ic Maj Ic Maj Ic Maj Ic Maj Ic Maj Ic Maj."
The magic maze at Salve Regina University in Newport, R.I.


Rog won the first maze race.


The data stream screens at MIT.


Boston from Cambridge.


A store window in Boston.


My brother Rog is teaching my nephew Will to swim. Will could go on vacation in Gary, Ind., if the hotel had a pool.


The T moved slowly across Longfellow Bridge because of construction.


Rog with video camera in Harvard's museum of science.


Maybe Will will be accepted to Harvard in the future. They have at least one great museum. The school has a good reputation.


Dayly Special on Canal Street in Boston.


Checking out.

Best Lobster Roll

Red's Eats in Wiscasset Maine puts an entire lobster on their lobster rolls. This was news to me.


They are thee best lobster rolls in Maine. They must be.


Lobster face wanted poster.

Big Tire

Mike and Matt haul a mudding tire from Gardiner, Maine.

Starks, Maine

Outside the gates of the Freedom Festival in Starks, Maine.

Library Art

A monument to readers of the Lithgow Library & Reading Room. A lost & missing bookmark collage.

Brunch

Brunch from a gas station.


Disc golf.


The game wardens check Paul Adams' fishing license at the Adams' camp dock.

Telling

You don't have to sit around a campfire to tell a story. (But it wouldn't hurt.)

Living in a Sustainable Destination

My neighbor Donna showed me this nice place by a lake. Kids go there. You have to watch for broken glass, beer bottles. It is along the road, a back road.


By the lake, beneath the tall tall trees, next to a swampy place referred to as "the bathroom," there was a stone fire pit. At the center of it smoldered a pillow.

Most Reverand and Efficient

Public consciousness has made environmentalism a moral issue. The Rev. Perry rides a scooter. He sets a good example as a community leader and a modern conservationist.

Climbing Katahdin Again

I climbed Mount Katahdin on Saturday. It's really exhilarating to be above the tree line.


One of the best things about Katahdin's alpine environment are the lichen, moss, and miniature vegetation.


Ben is an avid hiker and backpacker, I hitched a ride to Baxter State Park with him.


Brothers Etienne and Simon of Montreal take cover from the wind beside a boulder near Thoreau Springs. They are waiting for some friends before heading on to Baxter Peak.


At the top for the second time in a week.


I was told by Donna the botanist that this flower that grows all over the mountaintop is called diapensia. She also told me the alpine azalea I photographed the prior Sunday was an extremely rare member of the rhododendron family, that has several other aliases.


A group of botanists and outdoorists hike and observe, led (but physically followed) by Donna.


The rock structures are amazing in the mist. Sometimes I mistakes rocks for people, sometimes I mistake people for rocks.


I am climbing back down the rocks.


Ben climbing down the Hunt Trail boulders, also the northern-most piece of the Appalachian Trail.


Stopping to take in the view as the clouds clear.