I think you dropped something
/Brunswick, Maine
The underside of a red maple leaf, drawn during a shadowy dusk.
Brunswick, Maine
The underside of a red maple leaf, drawn during a shadowy dusk.
Eastern Promenade, Portland, Maine
Guessing it's Canada thistle, Cirsium arvense. Whatever it is, it's turning whole hillsides fluffy.
Eastern Promenade, Portland, Maine
When I sat down on the grass to paint this bit of jewelweed, a breeze sprang up on cue, merrily transforming the plant into a wiggly whirl of green and orange stuff. There was a lot of squinting and swearing while I tried, pretty much unsuccessfully, to manually hold various leaves and flowers and seedpods in place long enough to get some idea of what they looked like. Meanwhile a fire ant or something bit me viciously in the rear end, which stung like crazy for a few minutes and then turned numb. At that point I decided the sketch was done.
Eastern Promenade, Portland, Maine
There are five to six kinds of clover in this jar, all picked from the same vicinity on the waterfront.
Guess what! Not a single one of these is native. Well, MAYBE that pink one.
Milkweed is in demand. See also: Milkweed Chronicles, Part 1.
Abby McBride
SKETCH BIOLOGIST
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