Please use caution on the roads this week as local students return to school.
I was mucking around in my marsh one fall and found bright turquoise seeds floating down the stream. Beautiful! But what plant?
The revived art of the painted photograph: In early August, as readers know, I visited Monhegan to take in the wealth of art offerings on that lovely little island. I happily focused much of my time on the current exhibit at the Monhegan Museum of Art & History, “A Life Made in Art: Maud Briggs Knowlton,” which I reviewed for the LCN.
We noticed an article in last week’s The Lincoln County News, “Time marches on for Damariscotta’s historic town clock.”
Elderkin the great: Last week I had the distinct pleasure of spending a morning in Boothbay Harbor with Southport artist June Elderkin. We met at the art gallery (upstairs) at The Opera House at Boothbay Harbor, where Elderkin currently has a wonderful show of her paintings.
Blue jays are bold and brash backyard birds. Their vibrant blue color and distinctive personality make them a striking sight. In Lincoln County, blue jays are common, year-round visitors. Although some blue jays migrate, many do not. It is unclear as to why some blue jays move, and others stay in a preferred location. In backyards, blue jays prefer oak and beech trees. They are also found in forest edges, gardens, wooded parks, and in more developed areas.
I read with interest the Aug. 15 front-page story on the hundreds of people buried in unmarked graves in Gardiner, Pittston, and surrounding towns, and that many were from the Old Men’s Camp in Jefferson. It brought back memories of when I served on the St. Denis Cemetery Committee in Whitefield. Serving with me were Jane Hellegers and Edith Manley, both now deceased.
The summer interns at The Lincoln County News do not fetch the editor’s dry cleaning or organize his file cabinet.
“Craig loves his dog.” I looked down at my notes, and discovered that I had scrawled this down, and then underlined it several times.
(A conversation and poetry reading among donkeys and flies.)
“I like to let them sit in the sun so the wings get a bit crispy before I eat one,” said Lucia, the smallest of the donkeys.
Bags and straws are the villains of the day when it comes to trash.
Art imitates life imitates art: On Aug. 2, a gorgeously sunny Friday, I traveled by Hardy Boat from the Bristol village of New Harbor out to Monhegan Island, a 50-minute journey that is worth it just for the ride across beautiful Muscongus Bay, let alone what awaits on the sweetly scenic island itself.
Last year, my neighbor Seymour Kagan and I approached the Bristol Board of Selectmen with a request. We noted that the Samoset monument would soon disappear under a thicket of vines and dead pine trees. The rescue of the monument required an intervention.
Art of empowerment: Last Friday, Aug. 2, was an interesting, art-filled day for me. I spent the day on Monhegan Island taking in, among other arts-related things, the exhibit currently on the walls of the Monhegan Museum of Art & History, “A Life Made in Art: Maud Briggs Knowlton” (more on that fine show in next week’s paper).