Blueberry barrens

The blueberry barrens of downeast Maine: never barren, rarely blue. In October they turn almost every other color of the rainbow, including all possible shades of red. Some reach the barely believable degree of saturation seen in this field on the way to Calais.

Side note that I think is important here: Calais and callus are pronounced the same.

Another note that is not important: I have a friend who for years thought there were “blueberry barons” in Maine.

Scenes of Buzzards Bay

Pinwheel Gulls FROM A BYGONE ERA

Cape Cod CANAL

Pemaquid Point

Folded gneiss (intruded by granite and pegmatite) and coastal spruces

Post-swim sketch

From the dock on Hog Island

Welcome to Little Duck Island

A fog-filled session of retrieving tags from Leach’s Storm-Petrels (and eating wild strawberries) on Little Duck Island, which is uninhabited by humans. Except two of us, for a few days.