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The Remains Of The May. May 29, 2011

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Before it goes, May has a few things to say, “captured,” as the kids say, along the way.

Delicate ferns  cling to a shale wall over a stream in Bernardston:

Disoriented Dentinum  adjust to life on a toppled log:

I like the almost-fractal nature of that little scene, with the little shelving fungi resurrecting their inverted progenitors by abandoning their past and seeking the light.

Hey, just a cosmic  sentiment to go with a trippy photograph of mushrooms.

Here’s another shot of the Natural Bridge gorge in Clarksburg:

That one is interesting to me despite a lack of context; there’s no obvious scale, leaving it open to a viewer’s interpretation.

A couple more from the flatlands down below Northampton.

Puddles on Harrowed Ground:

…and dandelions, albeit gone by, at dusk:

Meanwhile, back up in the hills, a local farm settles in for the night, oblivious to the fire in the sky above it:

And, of course, a sunset/moonrise to end the day:

Barton’s Cove on the Connecticut river, from the Erving side.

Well that’s about it for May, though  I won’t promise that something else from the files won’t pop up if it catches my fancy.

See Y’all in June.

 

 

Ruby Tuesday – 1930 Ford Roadster. April 26, 2010

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Rebuilt by Mel in Bernardston, MA:

Pristine 302, four-on-the-floor, hauls ass.  $30K or B.O.

This was the most Rubylicious thing which crossed my path this week, and so gets a free trip to Work of the Poet, where Mary “The Teach” hosts this colorful meme.

Self-Portrait, With Truck. January 12, 2010

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A black and white from this afternoon:

This was an interesting site, recommended to me by Susan.   She’d spied it up in Bernardston, don’t ask me how, and I was glad to find it in good light.

Here’s a color shot:

Rusted, glassless and wrapped in vines.  But still muscular and elegant in its proportions.

This spot has more photographs in it, and I hope to get back there soon.