hard rains fell, drops cling
bright green leaves on ebon bark
birds sing tart yet sweet
These, of course are bright green leaves on bright white bark, but lovely none the less.
- anothermaine
- I been a professional photographer since I worked for the US Government documenting Test and Evaluation of Research and Development projects for the US Army and US Navy in the later half of the 1980s. I came home to Maine to finish my Marketing Degree at USM and began to work full time in Market Research and Marketing for many years while documenting weddings and occasional photojournalist and commercial jobs on the weekends. In 2001 I again returned to photography as a full time trade and have never been a happier man. I love working with creative individuals, couples, small businesses and select Non-Profits and can’t imagine working in any other trade. In 1987 I was lucky enough to wed my high school sweetheart and we now live in a cozy little solar powered, recycled bungalow a mile deep in our woods in the Western Hills of Maine with our two brilliant home-schooled teenage daughters and our three cats.
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Great photos. I need to get to Western Maine more often, as I live in the cliche-filled Maine you describe. We're planning a Bigelow region trip over the fourth, which should help feed the need.
When were you with the Free Press? I was a staffer in the mid 90s, which I think was after you were gone if my inferences are correct. Anyway -- from one reluctant Husky to another ...
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