Seen in New Zealand

Islands seen from another island:

Seen in city parks:

Seen while on boats, train, and helicopter:

Native birds (and kererū feather) seen:

Seen from shore:

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.

Pemaquid Point

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

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.

On a dig

Sketching in the coastal forest with students of the Maine Archaeology Field School, taught by Dr. Bonnie Newsom. The site: a colonial homestead adjoining a Passamaquoddy shell heap. Is that a horse jaw in the pit?