Back in Whitefield

 Sylvia and I stopped by Tom Maguire's Books in Whitefield, to peruse some books (of course!) and to sniff around the grounds

 I missed this view. See the old, rusty farm equipment piled up on that big boulder? There are thousands of old farm machinery parts and old car bodies rusting away in these Maine woods. If you've been following along, you might remember an artist who crafted fantastic metal sculptures out of these rusty metal parts. He once stopped by for a visit.

 Sylvia seemed quite content out in Whitefield. It is a serene spot in a crazy world.

 And you might find some really smelly, tasty thing on the ground to chew on!

 Sylvia looks out over Beauchamp Point in Rockport. Several people were out on this particular day, a couple of weeks ago.

 We were happy to get out to a different place this time for our daily walk. So many different sniffs, there were!

 There were some very interesting formations in the rock ledges that lined the path...

 Hey, what's the hold-up? Aren't you coming?

Ahhh, spring at last!

 Can you guess where we are?

 Finally! The snow is gone and here we are on Swans Island.

 It's not summer yet, but Sylvia enjoyed a sunny run on Carrying Place Beach.

 Ahhh... fresh ocean sniffs

Looking forward to coming back

 Happy Easter!

 Sylvia takes in the view

 The view from the rocks in Owl's Head

 Hey, what are you doing down there?

 This fox was loping through a field in Owl's Head, beyond Sylvia's sight. We were on our way back to Rockland from a little hike through the woods along the shore.

 The snow in the woods in Camden tastes better. At least, Sylvia thinks so. Soon it will be all gone. Get it while you can!

Have a great day!

The seasons circle around and come back at us, always surprizing us somehow. And, like the days, we are always, however conscious or not, surprized by life's twists and turns, and funny smells. I've learned from Sylvia that whatever smell arises, it means something and can be interesting, and in taking stock of what's there we participate in life, letting all other concerns for the moment melt away.

Stepping (slowly, cautiously) toward spring. Here we are at Harbor Park, in March. As you can see, we weren't the only ones to explore here. Sylvia barked "hello" to the birds, another little dog and took many, many sniffs.

The blizzard of 2015! Sylvia and I were tucked away (snoring) inside while the wind howled and the snow drifted up and up and up outside.

More photos from the Arctic archive. What a cold day that was!