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harbor morning

Northeast Harbor

sunrise

As the sun rose a week ago,

a light snow from the night before

dusted the stones and frosted the fence.

It melted on the patent leather pavement,

and the tulips flushed.

lop-eared retriever

and god said...

Before the do-over,

trees grew here.

Desertification happens.

rite of spring

The grass grows

and dogs eat it.

Urp.

gold coast

No matter what I think I'm doing,

things rarely end up looking anything like what I expected.

This painting was a total surprise.

shadow puppet

It was suggested that Hallie might be

out there doing shadow puppets.

Actually, this little guy

was already lined up to be my next post.

Does this count as ESP?

dog door

violets

It doesn't rain here anymore,

so my fantasy of a spring rainstorm will have to do.

Like hopeful harbingers, violets come up and bloom anyway.

The dry heat intensifies their sweet scent.

My grandmother loved violets;

I can hear her saying,

"Don't give up."