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Fog in winter is elusive and not always easy to photograph.
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But I managed a few quick shots of the farm across the street early last week.
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Early morning moon set.
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Fog in winter is elusive and not always easy to photograph.
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But I managed a few quick shots of the farm across the street early last week.
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Early morning moon set.
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Spring is here … though to be honest I’m still waiting for winter. March in Maine used to mean cold and snow but temps have been near 50 most of the month and up until last week’s snow storm we had green grass in places.
Sigh.
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It’s been damp and too warm all winter.
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Though I admit the morning fog is soothing.
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His Lordship?
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Never misses his morning coffee.
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And now that his scratchy post has been returned to its normal living room site…
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All is right with his world.
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I just hope the furniture stores don’t mind a little cat hair on their fabric samples.
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It was a bright and sunny evening at Casa River and after a full day of yard work we decided to drive along the coast of Harpswell and have dinner on the water.
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The closer we got, the thicker the fog. This restaurant is crazy crowded when the summer tourists descend so we’d hoped to beat the swarm and grab an outdoor table to enjoy the view.
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But the view was pea soup fog so we hit the bar instead. A few blueberry lemonades later..
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We ate a very disappointing meal. My $30 fried scallops were tasty but not plentiful and though I ordered a baked potato I received french fries because they had run out. And if that’s not bad enough, it was served in a paper lined wire basket more reminiscent of a lobster shack than fine dining. The husband’s scallop and lobster pasta had 3 scallops and 3 minuscule pieces of lobster for $40. While we never mind paying good money for a good meal, this longtime favorite place might be in danger of being dropped from our list.
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Fog is such an ethereal thing…. and for me, it’s usually hard to capture a good photograph.

But the other evening I looked out our front door….

And the strangest low lying patch of fog had enveloped our farming neighbors.

We had none at our house across the street.

But theirs was impressive.

And as the sun started to set…..

The colors began to change.

Orange and yellow fog.

A beautiful sight.
I woke up this morning to fog.

Hanging over everything like a gentle blanket of white…


In some places there was a sharp delineation.

As if it cut by a knife.


But as it started to lift…

I looked way out into the back yard by the woods and saw…

A piner!!

I did!

And in the 17 years we’ve lived here?
Not one single porcupine sighting… until now.
There’s elusive creatures, solitary by nature. Shy, quiet and slow… but apparently willing to high five in Philly.

(I totally need to visit Philly now, damn it.)
Sadly, while we see plenty of them dead on the side of the road…. we’ve never seen one at our house since the majority of our property is open lawn or field and they prefer the wooded areas.
So… a piner!!

I was thrilled… and attempted to creep across the back lawn to get a better picture. Naturally, I don’t creep well and he spotted me….. and shimmied down the tree before I could get close.

But I saw a piner on our property and have blurry photos to prove it.
Yay me!

Here’s a piner eating corn on the cob.

Note to self – buy corn on the cob.