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Have you ever….

August 20, 2019 Rivergirl 33 Comments

Tried to photograph 4 fawns frolicking around your back yard… at dusk…. through a window?

It’s not easy.

And most of your shots come out looking like this:

Or this:

They look rather like ghost deer…

But I assure you they were corporeal beings.

They just rarely stand still.

Or face the camera.

The video is poor quality, and a bit shaky…. although it gets slightly better halfway through.

But you’ll see what I mean about frolicking.

Multiple Bambis!

There.

You have now fulfilled your cuteness quota for the day.

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Have you tried it?

July 24, 2019 Rivergirl 39 Comments

I did.

And yes, I know.. I know… the Russians own my pictures now. But Mark Zuckerberg’s had them for years, and Google and Amazon probably know my bra size. It’s the world we live in.

FaceApp.

It came out back in 2017, but just recently went viral.

Before everyone realized it was owned by a Russian company, we all ~~flipped the f*ck out~~ had fun watching ourselves age.

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Example:

The normal photo of me.

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The FaceApp aging photo of me.

I mean, HOLY HELL!

If that doesn’t make you run for the retinol cream, nothing will.

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Personally, I prefer the anti aging, younger version.

Oh, to be that young and sweet again.

(Okay, I was never really sweet per se… but I could do without the bunions.)

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Said no man, ever.

But you can see how addicting this app can be…. and why it’s so popular.

Normal me?

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Old me.

Ack!!

Young me…

Ha!

Not even old enough to drink.

Christ on a cracker… I’m a crone!

With the big hair and eye liner? I look like an aging hooker.

There, that’s better.

Quick, get me a Tardis…

I wanna go back!

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Why yes.

Yes, it was…

For Kathy, a picture of my mom for comparison.

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Head for the coast…

July 9, 2019 Rivergirl 21 Comments

When it’s hot in Maine? You head for the coast where the sea breeze cools the temperatures considerably.

So that’s what we did on the July 4th weekend.

We battled the tourist traffic on Route 1 and headed north with a cool and calm demeanor.

Seriously….. there’s a reason we call you people Massholes. You’re not going to find a barista on every corner in this state, please go back to Boston.

Boothbay Harbor was packed, so we kept going.

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Through downtown Rockland where they clearly wanted us to eat something. Hopefully not the building itself.

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And through downtown Camden where the cows are always smiling.

Camden is a gorgeous harbor town with lovely old homes lining both sides of the main street.

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This one always catches my eye…

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Not your typical New Englander to be sure.

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We wanted to stop for a drink and a bite in Lincolnville….

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But sadly the Whale’s Tooth Pub didn’t open till 4:00pm.

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So we ended up in Belfast, down by the harbor.

Which is always a good choice.

To be continued…

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They’re a wee bit confused.

May 31, 2019 Rivergirl 38 Comments

I put birdseed out for the birds….

Which the deer eat.

I put apples out for the deer….

Which the woodchucks eat.

Granted, they’re cute as all get out when they do…

But do they have to eat the deer grain as well?

Sometimes they climb right in the bowl and polish it off.

Which leads the deer to eat…

It’s a vicious circle.

And proves that our backyard creatures are a little confused.

Like this Baltimore Oriole….

Who tries to drink from the hummingbird feeder.

Yes, you.

The owner of this house spends a small fortune keeping you in fresh oranges and grape jelly…. don’t get greedy.

Of course….

This guy?

Eats whatever…

And whoever he wants.

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Orange in da house!

May 19, 2019 Rivergirl 35 Comments

Okay, technically…. outside the house.

But I spotted a few of these beauties the other day…

And realized it was time to get the Baltimore Oriole feeder out.

20 minutes later…. after tearing the utility (read – I don’t know where else to put all this crap) closet apart, I remembered a raccoon had broken last year’s feeder trying to drink the nectar and I never replaced it.

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May in Maine means Orioles.

It also means there’s not a feeder to be had within 500 miles. We northerners are starved for color after a long white winter and take our bird feeding seriously.

Jeff Bezos to the rescue.

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