Timely images from Bryce Muir
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[Smoked Alewives] Inside the smoke house |
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[Plowing Time] At a walking pace |
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[Ancient rituals] The planting of seeds |
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[Seeking Sunshine] Unfolding wrinkles |
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[Family Feast] Wild dogs of the sea
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[Cast Aside] The long lost bracelet |
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[Impatient Gardener] How long must he wait |
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[New Clothes] The pale green willows |
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[Damariscotta Mills] Rivers of alewives |
[Unmoored] A block of granite |
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[Dandelions] Maligned vegetable |
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[Gone Fishing] Glimmer in the dark |
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[Security Bubble] Castles in the air |
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[Old Song] Only the turtles |
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[Boy Traces] At the old campsite |
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[Spring Sky] After the rains pass |
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[Morning Mirror] Still as a statue |
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[Toad Afloat] A square-toed frigate |
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[High Water Marks] Flood tide rushing in |
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[Old Leaves] The beeches still cling |
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[The Weight] The dancer carries |
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[Half Empty] Tom called her the sieve |
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[Second Round] A week-long downpour
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"Busting at the Seams"
[China Lake]
SnapBack from Bob Turner
#125 [Thawed Treasures] The bedraggled crow |
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[Toad is Ready] Old fashioned boat oil |
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Once upon a time
In a nearby land
In the little town
of Bowdoinham
Painters and singers
Dancers too
Would float on the Toad
'Neath the sky so blue
Its been a while
since the Toad set sails
with artists and snacks
packed to gunwales
But its spring again
and hope does boom
that we might get
to go yarting soon.
[FlashBack from Sara Nics]
[Conversations Missed] Woods full of birdsong |
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[After Rain] It happens so fast |
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[Southeaster] Wind off the water |
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[Annual Installation] Jimmy's dock is in |
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[Good Soaking] Rumbling thunder |
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[Annual Migration] The perch are running |
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[Spring Cleaning] Shake out the old dust
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[Flip Sides] While the eagles soar |
[Wakeup Call] Shake off winter's sleep |
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[Flora Returns] Flowers come bursting |
[Eel Futures] When the moon goes dark |
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#112 [Late Dusting] Just when the jonquils |
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[Gear Heads] On the first warm day |
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[Spring Freshet] Rivers running high |
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[Brothers] Once there was a time |
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[Down Country] Soon as the ice goes |
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[Night Moves] Eyes in the headlights |
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#106 Thursday, April 7, 2005 [Intimations] Cold waters rise up |
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[Intrepid Flowers] First into the light |
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[New Songs] Hard case chicadees |
#103 Monday, April 4, 2005 [Between Drenchings] A sodden landscape |
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Sheepscot Spring
SnapBack from Theta Torbert
[Ice Out] High water rising |
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[Seal Hunt] Hard necessity |
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#100 [April Fool] Treading on thin ice |
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[Letting Go] The bay's white expanse |
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[Sap Collecting] The horses' breath hangs |
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[Flood Watch] Heavy rain pounds down |
[First Gestures] Indominable |
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And this is yes
And this is hope
And this is yes
And this is faith
And this is yes
And this is courage
And this is yes
And this is yes
And this is growing
And this is yes
And this is opening
And this is yes
And this is reaching
And this is yes
And this is yes
And this is receiving
And this is yes
And this is giving
And this is yes
And this is Beauty
And this is yes
And this is now
And this is now
And this is now
And this is yes
[SnapBack from Sara Nics]
[Spring Promises] A flock of blackbirds |
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[Cat Scan] Lying on my back |
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[Arthur Murray] When the snow is old |
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[Uncoiling] As the frost comes out |
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[Trash Bandit] Raccoon rattling |
[Be Jammin'] Our isolations |
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[Equinox] A maple twig weeps |
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[Fast Skiing] Just about perfect |
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[Snow Fleas] Springtails wriggling |
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[Sap Rising] Warm days and cold nights |
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[Old Tale] My great-grandfather |
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[Childsplay] Life tends to snowball |
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[It Burns] The need to create |
 [Photo by Peggy Muir circa 1980] |
[Animal Enthusiasm] The old dog's still game |
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[Saturday Snow] Fat wet flakes drape down |
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[Big Tides] New moon - another storm |
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[Openings] Winter light on snow |
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[Hearth & Home] Bitterly cold out |
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[Morning Melody] Snowblower next door |
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So Mike Mulligan
City Hall Gone From Above
In the Hole He Dug
[Snapback from Hank Ogilby]
[Boundaries] Out along the bounds |
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[Pas de Duex Redux] Circled by eagles |
[Pas de Duex] The urge to create |
[Drawn from a Paul Taylor Dance Company video] |
Olivier
Masked 
[Stinson's Defunct] The cannery closed |
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[Harbor Light] An abandoned bar |
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[At the Cafe] Last night the music |
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[Rabbit Sign] Woods full of hare tracks |
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[Hunkered Down] March comes roaring in |
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[Weathervane] Birds on the belfry |
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"Weather Fish Pointing The Way To Spring"
[Snapback from Rob Auld]
[In the Pines] An abandoned cabin |
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"..here in Sweetzerland, we had a nature ecstasy of Art push.."
[SnapBack from Olivier Aubert]
#66 [Climbing Ritual] Toboggan takes off |
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[Protected Vector] A gaggle of geese
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Old Dinky Toys
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#64 [Paper Money] Strong reek of sulphur |
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#63 [Benny Reehl] He left us grinning |
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#62 [Mole Hills] Weatherman preaching |
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[Buried Again] Wind's gone easterly |
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"Gates of Home Depot"
[SnapBack from Maury Englander]
[Ice Fishing] Smell of nicotine |
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Bryce not takes but gives
visual and verbal gems
shining bits of light
[SnapBack by Don Grinberg]
#59 [Tough Skating] Ice has made again |
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[Low Tide] The ice is rotten |
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#57 [Coyote Unmasked] Trickster's playing prank |
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Coyote sleeps with everyone,
but in the morning he's long gone
and it turns out that he was a she.
Tales grow tall around the fire.
Where there's no truth, no one's a liar.
Whatever mask you wear is who you'll be.
There is a hole in the day
through which we make our getaway -
I make mine every time I'm shook.
I'll tell it all in my new book.
Lyrics by Greg Brown: "My New Book"
[SnapBack from Carter Ruff]
#56 [Winter Bird] That flash of color |
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#55 [Unergonomic] Short-handled shovels |
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[Valentine's Day] Sometimes your heart breaks |
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[Shoeing Season] Laden branches bow low |
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[Snapbacks from Carol Jones] |
[Snow Day] Shut in by snowfall |
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His message reminds me [Snapback by Sarah Nics] |
#51 [Ritual Acts] Sweeping the temple |
 [Bryce] |
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#50 [Coyote Again] Black shadow running |
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Indira asks - [Snapback from Sara Nics] |
[Caught Dancing] The toymaker's wife |
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[Turning Home] Wind is in my face |
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#47 [February Thaw] When the air goes soft |
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[Pretty Soggy] Fat wet snow last night |
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Winter cold [SnapBack from Noah Jackson] |
#45 [Social Security] An elderly man |
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#44 [White Sahara] Frozen waves of snow |
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Yes, it is a desert...a snow desert. But couldn't that be sand? Or
sandstone, for that matter? Is it a moonscape? Perhaps a picture sent
back from a distant planet's moon by a small mechanical wanderer...robotic
ambassador to the universe...sending snapshots home to its meat-creature
family that made it and hurled it at the stars?
[Snapback from Gene Smith]
[Mid-Winter] Hard edged shadows |
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[Memory Loss] Forgetting the way |
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[Head Butting] Fixated on war
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#40 [Midnight Ramble] |
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[Spinning Wheels] Slipslide on the drive |
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[Prompto] Waiting for oil change |
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[Snowscape] A full moon comes out |
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Waiting for winter [Snapback from Don Grinberg] |
Whitened depth [Snapback from Don Grinberg] |
[Someone's Home] One wan yellow light |
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[White-Out] Bitterly cold wind |
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[No Exit] Wrong turn at the ramp |
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Love those soft-shaped little men
Want to slide them in my pocket
Carry them like cornerless companions through the day
The grumpier one would have to lose the sign, though
Maybe they would start a little village there
A commune of sorts
With exotic tribal customs
And exuberant ecstatic dances
No sharp pinching poking edges
Just round organic goodness
Like plums from some grandmother's back-yard
Maybe I could pull them out
Sit them next to my humming CPU
Their wooden selves could remind me that life is moving
Swooping round pulsing and never ever stagnant.
[Snapback from Sara Nics]
[Zero Degrees] Wincing-bright sunlight |
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[Night Snow] Last night as we slept |
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[First Skate] The ice is booming |
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[Frost Fog] Alone in the mist |
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[January Encounter] In falling powder |
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In the
Yukon
Coyote tried to trick
Gus-the-little-white-West-Highland-terrier
into the woods.
He was so clearly out of his element
no kilts, no bagpipes and too few rats
just too-long winters, the aurora and sled dogs
crafty Coyote now makes a living off the out-of-place house pets.
" Let's play, let's play!"
she said
weaving herself along the edge of the woods
" It'll be fun!"
Brave coyote mother -
daring a trick with two-leggeds nearby.
She can have the damn dog,
I never liked him anyway.
[Snapback from Sara Nics]
[Winter Music] Icicles dripping |
[Morning Ski] Dazzling snow covers |
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Icy hand breaks through... [Snapback from Gene Smith] |
Budding winter hand [Snapback from Sara Nics] |
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Heat
The heat's gone out.
Last night the furnace decided
This was the time for a vacation.
So now, with a fire in the living room,
I am giving breakfast to my daughter.
The furnace techs are below us in the basement
Cajoling the tired oil burner
Into coming back from early retirement.
As we finish breakfast and I'm wiping
Zoe's oatmeal fingers
She wraps her hand around my thumb,
And the whole world is love and curiosity.
When I lift her down she runs off
To chase an unruly ball
And rub sticks on the furniture for sound.
I pick up her high chair to put it away
And I feel heat from the seat of it -
Her heat, radiating back to me.
My hand stops, hovering in that aura.
It will only last a few seconds in the cold house.
[Snapback from Carter Ruff]
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I've always wanted [Snapback from Sara Nics] |
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 Snapback from Maury Englander "St. Patrick's Day" |
 Snapback from John Dunne-Brady "San Francisco Peak #2" |
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 Snapback from Allen Singer "A Hubbard Glacier reject" |
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 Snapback from Noah Jackson "Buffalo Herd, Flathead Indian Reservation; Bitterroot Mountains" |
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 Snapback from Gene Smith "Seasonal Carving" |
 Snapback from Chris Finlayson "Alley and Tree" |
 Snapback from Chris Finlayson "White Wall and Window" |
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 snapback by Noah Jackson "wolf track" |
 snapback by Maury Englander "signs of the times" |
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 snapback from Maury Englander |
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 SnapBack by Noah Jackson |
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 SnapBack from Noah Jackson |
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