In St. George again, celebrating the Fourth.
The Mighty Maple on our street. It loves to shed large limbs in storms, shutting down power to the block for days at a time.
Grabbing a pint at the Orono Taphouse in Bangor. Great town. Some stirrings of late on the food and drink and culture front.
We’ve started a new tradition with our oldest daughter. Every year we yank her from school for one day and do our best to recreate Ferris Bueller’s Day Off in Portland.
Typical summer days. We spend a lot of time at Fort Preble in the summer, post bagels, walking the breakwater to the lighthouse and back, and playing on the earthworks and dilapidated ramparts.
A little bit of nonsense now and then, relished by the wisest men…spotted in the Rosemont neighborhood on Brighton Avenue.
Amy has been doing a lot of pottery. I stole one of her product shots. Head on over to Amy Heric Pottery to get yourself some.
Fountains don’t keep themselves, they require….fountain gnomes!
Evergreen cemetery, near our house. Seems we’ve spent half of our life there…and perhaps all of it after.