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Nother newbie question: WHY are they (who is they?) digging up the bogs? Hurrah for the black ducks, at least. How sad, the house being knocked apart like that. :( ~ Glo

Amazing shots--so close up and so real! Thanks for sharing them. ~ Glo

Last week I visited a part of the Pines I'd never seen before. If it weren't for the helpful guidance of Ed and Guy, I might still be rambling . . . enchanted island gilded with ice sentinel sycamore I shot this in b/w because the austerity of grayscale seemed to fit the old...

So glad you kept after it! Nice composition and a lovely sight. --Glo

I vote yes. I've spent my care and she/he/it's not worth it. --G

Yes, it's coming . . .

I'm in SW Virginia, with icy pavements and snow still falling (driving in through "wintery mix" last night was an adventure); at home in upstate SC they already have icing, mushy snow, and no electricity. Like you, turtle, the wood is stacked, the oil lamps lit. This is no small storm...

So what do y'all think? Fox chasers or hunters? Or are there enough foxes for both? Is it true that there aren't many around? Foxes, I mean. :) --G

Right. Those cedars will be even more boring in the snow. And the ruins! And the Skit-with-snow-islands. Just missed it . . . Sigh. --G

Great comments, Ed. How about just before dusk, standing on that trestle over the Skit? (Maybe not so dense that you can't see the trees.) What's it look like over the water? --G

Thank you, Al. I like that! --G

I've never canoed in the fog. Interesting sensation. I'll have to remember that. --G

Quite cool. Aaron. Thanks! --G

Thanks, turtle, that's helpful. Do you often get fog in October? Yes, I've smelled that fresh-earth scent . . . good description. I'm writing a novel. Not a romance. Set in the Pine Barrens. --G

Good, Sue!

Well-trolled, Kim, you got the fish to jump. You got some bears to bite. You may even have conjured up a mountain lion or two. Are you having fun yet? Ten years old or twenty-five or somewhere in between? This is not a junior high cafeteria . . . And so: I just drove 900 miles to visit...

It only takes two. :)

Yes I did. I made up the description--it's hard to put into words. Stand beside those frosted old stones, the dark junipers huddled all around, and look up into that sky! The deepest icy black you could wish for, and the stars . . . Milky way, the dippers, and countless others. Wish I were more...

Do you mean the lines from Carmichael?

. . . leaning against the cranberry warehouse ruins near Hampton Furnace. Tonight the milky way seemed a glittering veil, close enough to touch. --G