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I'm posting a few photos, having just returned from a trip to West Virginia. This batch was taken at Seneca Rocks. Gloria and her daughter Janelle joined my son Freddie and me for the duration of the trip. We lodged at a fine location adjacent to these beautiful rocks. Monday morning...

Until today, I hadn't visited the pine barrens since Alfie and I paddled the Mullica (eons ago). Rough summer. This morning, I joined another photographer pre-dawn at one of the bogs in Friendship. We stood through quite a shower at dawn, but that soon passed, and a nice morning was spent in...

24 hours later; tonight's sunset. Not the bay, but close ...

Sea Breeze Beach Avenue has been abandoned by the residents of Sea Breeze. It looks like at least one resident is hanging in there at the bay on the road feeding into the community, on Schoolhouse Lane. It's rather eerie walking along the bay. And sad. I've been riding there from time to...

Yes! Very nice! When driving home from Atlantic City last evening, I had my eye on the sky kicking myself for not having my camera with me. (I should know better!) The best I could do was grab it when I arrived home and take a few snaps of Sunset Lake in Bridgeton. Here's one:

Not funny. Not funny at all.

Incredible shot, Pancoast. This is the first year in recent memory when I didn't see a single Perseid. (Two years ago I saw a great display in a local WMA, with coyotes howling all around me.) Well, I've seen yours now. I'm thinking this is one of the nicest meteor photos I've seen.

Interesting stat: About 10 people per year are killed by sharks. Humans, on the other hand, kill about a hundred million sharks per year. (I just read this in a fish story called "The Scales Fall" by Elizabeth Kolbert in the 8/2 issue of The New Yorker magazine.)

The wave had broken by the time Alfie and I had arrived at the Beaver Pond on the Mullica last evening. The humidity had been sucked away; temperatures dropped twenty degrees. We also rode over to Hampton Gate Road and enjoyed Deep Run under the full moon before spending the midnight...

Looks to me like you have yerself a lil' (Northern) Gray Treefrog, Ed.

I'm sorry I flattened your nose with my paddle. You should have stopped criticizing my bowmanship skills. I had a hard time seeing the stumps. Let me extend you an olive branch, Alfie, and offer a painting rendition of the day. Okay? Are we good for this coming Tuesday now?

What was scheduled to be the final TwA for several months was jeopardized by forecasted storms today. We packed a couple dozen peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and went anyway. Wading River

Glo, He's holding a waterproof bag. I'm also in the process of handing Alfie a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. If I don't feed him, he quits. Thanks for your lovely compliments (and complements :) )! Whip

reup the tuck Alfie and I have a few consecutive Tuesdays lined up this summer before his shift work cycles (when we'll have to wait another 20-some weeks before going wild again). Considering today's near 100-degree temps, we decided to return to last week's dip-spot -- the Tuckahoe River...

up the tuck Last steaming Tuesday, while hiking near First Ave off of Rt. 49, deer flies grabbed us by the shoulders and flew us to the Tuckahoe River; they dumped us in the water. (Alfie made a HUGE splash.) Every time we've tried to exit the stream, the flies have chased us back in...

Bob. Please. I believe the discussion here is about splintering arrows through their brains.

A pleasantly plumper Alfie and fit Whip reintroduced themselves to each other today and recklessly tripped their way around the Skit Branch and Wading River areas. Fret not, Alfie will eventually get himself in shape, as several summer stomps have been planned. It will help if Alfie stirs up a...

Smack? Really? Whether effective or not, I support anyone’s decision to boycott BP (or Exxon, or any industry which, through negligence, destroys the environment). I also support anyone’s decision to not support members of the Drill, Baby, Drill Party which blocked legislative efforts to...

There was a nice moon scattering and threading its light. Off in the distance a barred owl repeatedly inquired, "Whip! Who cooks for you?!?" And there was a single wonker that I was bound and determined to find. It took me over an hour, bog hopping, doing 360s around trees, peering onto...

Northern Gray Treefrog The gravel-pit frog site in Belleplain was swarming with Northern Gray Treefrogs tonight. For oddballs like myself who are crazy about frogs, it's rather amazing revisiting bogs -- from day to day, or year to year -- and taking in the often surprising cast of characters...