Stories from the hills of Western Maine
"...the hills of western Maine,.....where the subtle matters and the spectacular distracts."
Bernd Heinrich in A Year in the Maine Woods
Bernd Heinrich in A Year in the Maine Woods
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Ice on Rock
This morning despite the continuation of slippery roads and messy precipitation that has been around all week, I was due in South Paris at 8:30 for Day 2 of the Trial from Hell.
School was delayed two hours, so C shoveled my car out of its parking nook, swept the snow from the windshield, filled up my travel mug and kissed me good-bye. The drive over the mountain was slow but uneventful, however, upon arrival at the courthouse I was greeted by a notice on the door that said "Court opens at 10 a.m. because of the storm." Grrrrrrr......
So what's a girl to do? Well, I had the camera, four wheel drive and a full tank of gas, so I headed up into the hills. It was hard to see much because of the snow, but I was captivated by ice on rock.
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Your ice pictures are well done. We have had so much bad weather that there are fewer cancellations of schools and services lately. Life must go on in spite of the weather.
It was in the low eighties here today. I cleaned the skimmer baskets on the swimming pool and watered the plants. The weather is not predicted to change in the next three or four days. Your pictures remind me of why I never lived further north than Fort Smith, AR. Grits, Greens, and fried Okra for me. Stay warm.
Mmmm.. nice food!
Beth, I'm getting a little jelous of you photography skills.
Very good pictures. Keep 'em coming.
Grits, greens and fried okra----I miss a lot and would be the only things that could lure me from the land of ice and snow.
Great ice pictures! It's hard to compete with nature when it comes to beauty.
Ice on Rock; where the fragile cracks the solid creating beauty as it does! Smart you! Great way to pass the time!
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