Tag: Photos
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Walking Around Presque Isle
In my youth (early twenties) I spent quite a lot of time wandering aimlessly around Caribou and surrounding towns with my first digital camera. I was also a wanna-be writer in those days and would compose a lengthy blog article to chronicle my adventure (here’s an example). In those early days, I took more photos…
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Thursdays on Sweden Street
For several years now Caribou has held a bi-weekly event during the summer called Thursdays on Sweden Street. They close off a section of Sweden Street to host vendors and live music. Last Thursday, Ryan Remalia asked me to record his band Under Way. It was during their performance at the Thursdays on Sweden Street.…
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Our Lawn
I love our lawn. I love the small numerous flowers that grow all over it because we don’t poison the ground in a futile attempt to eliminate all the “weeds” and create a monoculture of boring grass. No other reason for this post than to share a photo of all the flowers on our beautiful…
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The Back to the Future Effect
My family and I moved from Canada to Van Buren, Maine, in 1988. I pretty much grew up there. I lived there until I moved to Caribou (about 20 minutes south) in 2002, with the exception of some brief attempts at college after graduating high school in 1998. I’ve lived in Caribou ever since. The…
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Empty Spaces
Today I decided to visit the space where my grandparents house use to be on Route 1 outside of Van Buren, Maine. This was a pretty surreal experience. I hadn’t been to their house since my grandfather died in 2021. It was purchased and then abandoned for a year or so before being torn down…
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Crazy Girl
Jeannie does this thing (usually in the morning) where she tries to do a head-stand and then stares at us with one eye until one of us kisses her fuzzy face.
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Fort Street Bridge
I live Caribou, Maine, on the east side of the Aroostook River. Nearly every day since Kim and I bought our house in 2008, I’ve crossed the Fort Street Bridge to get to town for groceries, work, etc. That means that I’ve crossed this bridge approximately 10,000 times since we’ve lived here. Before I met…
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