Sunday, November 15, 2015


When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

W.B.Yates, 1892

Sunday, November 8, 2015


Until a couple of weeks ago this area was lush with red chokeberries, but the berry loving birds have foraged it clean, leaving only some milkweed to blow away, and apples ready to fall. 

In Maine it pays to keep an eye on the sky because unique sights are plentiful, but can fade quickly.
  This was taken two years ago at sunset in November.

Monday, November 2, 2015


If you spend a couple of hours walking around the Pinkham Notch Camp watching what gear is taken out of cars, listening to the questions and the serious advice being given, and especially having lunch where this sign hangs, you will start to feel the spirit of the place. 
Affectionately known as Joe Dodge's, it sits next to the Tuckerman's Ravine Trail, perhaps the most storied hike in the White Mountains for both skiers and mountaineers.

Just as things were getting interesting it was time to turn around.


The brilliance of this year's exceptional foliage season has passed now, but it can be revived for a few minutes by the setting sun.