Dispatch – Scarborough Maine “Preacher Fish” Discovered Along the Atlantic Seaboard
Adventure George of Rochester New York on his recent expedition to the Maine coast discovered “this most unusual and distinctive fish.” Found near the Pine Point Fisherman’s Co-op dock (Scarborough, Maine), George dubbed it the Preacher Fish. This was due to the large open mouth and large observant eyes. A.G. said, “Any of you who know preachers will recognize the resemblance. They are ready to talk and always looking for that next volunteer.”
When sought for information, the Maine Fisheries Department said, “It sounds like a fish tale to me.” When asked for his response, George said, “It sure looks like a head to me. Government often gets things backwards and all turned around.”
Before it could be sent for further study, the fish head was carried off by a large black-backed sea-gull.
set of images on my Flickr account are available click here to view them
Sunday afternoon brother-in-law Rich led me into the Jessup River Wild Forest around Mason Lake. Rich was a man on a mission. He sought the campsite of a previous bushwhack. On the trail and when questioned, he was last there in 1985. Let me figure this out. That was twenty-seven years ago, right?
“I’ll remember it when I see it.”
“I think this is the trail.”
(Well it is a deer trail but do they travel to the campsite?)
“That tree looks familiar.”
It seemed like forever. But we did reach the site – verified by the debris covered remains of the fire-pit. And Rich’s vision verified by exact placement: “this is where we washed dishes;” tents erected “here, and there.” I did draw the line at locating the latrine pits.
It was fun for me to share in Rich’s excitement. I enjoyed his stories of previous trips to the Mason Lake area. And yes, I took pictures of the forest and “things” in the forest as we walked to and fro the campsite.
Plus, the walk helped me greatly in my quest to regain my core body strength.
Jessup River Wild Forest is a defined part of the New York State’s Adirondack Forest Preserve.
The Jessup River Wild Forest area consists of 47,350 acres of State Forest Preserve lands in the towns of Arietta, Indian Lake, Lake Pleasant, and Wells in Hamilton County. This Wild Forest is bounded by NY 28 to the north and NY 30 in the southeast, as well as three wilderness areas: West Canada Lakes Wilderness to the west; Siamese Ponds Wilderness to the east, and Silver Lake Wilderness to the south.
The state lands in Jessup River Wild Forest border, or are in close proximity to, the communities of Indian Lake, Piseco, Speculator and Wells. NY 30 bisects Jessup River Wild Forest and serves as the main access corridor.
Many people enjoy hiking to the fire towers on Pillsbury and Snowy Mountains, snowmobiling between Piseco Lake and Indian Lake, canoeing on Fall Stream, or camping on Mason Lake. Hunting, fishing, and trapping are also popular activities throughout Jessup River Wild Forest particularly in and around Perkins Clearing, the Jessup River and the Miami River.
Day is Done – Gone the Sun
On some days the setting of the sun is a glorious experience both in color and form.
The Passing of Days – The End of Life
A life passed is often marked by the colors of the life lived.
The beauty stays with us in our memory.
These thoughts wandered through my mind as I sat in the still beauty of this sunset over Lake Pleasant in the ancient Adirondack Mountains of New York State. The beach along the shore at Camp of the Woods in Speculator is one of my very favorite places. And on some days, witnesses spectacular sunsets.
George of Rochester
now in the mountains
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A Spring Snow Storm. The weather folk say our first major snow storm of the year. Winter recorded none. These images show the world outside my Flat here in Rochester western New York – earlier today, Monday April 23. Heavy wet snow with more predicted for the rest of today. Forecast up to six inches locally with higher amounts in hills and west. Messy driving. Schools closed or with delayed openings. Downed lines with resultant power outages.
This Spring our weather is a roller coaster ride. A week ago Rochester reach record high temperatures. Flowers and flowering trees abounded. See my Walk in the Park images – click here to view them. Freezing and near freezing temperatures for today and tomorrow. The temperature rises to 60 F on Wednesday.
Recently I was in Roanoke Virginia to cook for a group of NYS FITS builders. Volunteers all, they worked for two weeks with Habitat for Humanity in the Roanoke Valley. While there the group bunked at Campbell Memorial Presbyterian Church in Vinton. I was soon to learn that somewhere in the Valley roamed a Great Ape, known simply as the Kong after the giant quadruped of movie fame – King Kong.
On a slow day, Joanne my long-suffering co-cook, and I set off on a geocache quest. We ended at Roanoke’s mountain “star.” From this vantage point, I gazed off over the Valley and City and reflected on the location of the Kong, that mighty beast. A local at the overlook shared that he heard the giant ape was downtown – somewhere near the train yards.
My search, refined, I determined to find and digitally capture this monster whose name sake terrorized that great metropolis, New York.
It was on a later trip into downtown Roanoke that I was able to continue my search for this elusive beast. On this occasion I was with a small group that included Photo Eric, his bride of some years, Deb, and FITS volunteer Claude. On the way into the City, we went through an out-of-the-way neighborhood. At one place it provided a vantage point to see the City. I persuaded the driver to stop, and despite his impatience, managed to look long enough to see what appeared to me, Kong in the City. I quickly snapped a digital image.
Once in the City’s downtown and after a walk with the group around the Market District, and after taking some rather good photo shots, if I don’t say so myself, the group settled in at a downtown coffee shop. I quietly left the group while they were having coffee, and if you know my love for coffee, this was a sacrifice on my part.
I headed towards the my earlier Kong sighting. I questioned locals as to the exact location. I wended my way; closer to the rail-yards, closer to that glass and beam building.
Suddenly, there he was, on the third floor balcony of the Taubman Museum of Art. Tall and proud, defiant and angry – a roar in his throat, a small plane in his hand: The Kong stood.
The Kong of Roanoke, now captured in high-definition digital images. My hunt was successful. I have my trophy shot of this magnificent beast, the Kong of Roanoke.
I could not help but get out. It was the first day of Spring, and one of a string of days with unseasonable warm temperatures combined with clear skies and bright sunshine. What else to do? I had to check out the early bulb plants at Rochester, New York’s, Highland Park. Not far from my flat, it is a place of great variety of flowers plants and trees. Nature starts her displays with the early growth bulb plants followed by the magnolias and other flowering bushes and trees.
I make it a rule to never go to the Park without camera in hand. This time I was again glad that I did.
Check out the some of the other images on my Flickr site. Click here to see them.
Taken from the series of images on Fairyland Point Blues. These images are from Bryce Canyon National Park, Fairyland Point Overlook. The time of day, the darkening skies in the distance but sun in the forefront added to the evanescent of the scene and softened the pinks and blues.
Sunday afternoon, a time to rest and relax and take it easy and just do what I wanted. Answer no phone calls. Take no visitors. Enjoy myself.
As strange as this may seem, my wish was to immerse myself in Maxine’s front yard garden. Maxine, my landlady and occupier of the first floor flat, plants flowers in the front yard in place of a lawn. It takes the entire front yard.
For the past couple of weeks, whenever I walk up to the front entrance I hear my name called. “George! George!”
I look around, no one is there. Finally I answered, “What?”
Clear as could be, the response came: “Take our pictures.”
Oh great. Now I hear flowers talk. Regardless, Sunday afternoon I was taking pictures, just as requested.
Up and down the steps. In and out of the house. Try this and that shot. Plan, shoot, view. And do it all again.
To shoot the images and to work with them in the computer took my full attention. It consumed me throughout the afternoon hours.
At last I uploaded the finished photos to my flick account. Then I relaxed. Stress load reduced. Feeling the accomplishment. All was good.
A breakfast sandwich recipe sent to me by Sarah, of Sarah and Jim; transplants both from urban New England to rural South Carolina. I mean rural as out in the boonies, rural.
Here is Sarah’s post with the recipe for Barnyard Breakfast Sandwich. “I made Barnyard Grilled Cheese and Egg Sandwiches for Jim and me when we were burning (no firetrucks this time) our huge pile of yard debris out by the goat barn all day on Labor Day.
You fry the egg first (break yolk or cook hard so it won’t run when you bite into the sandwich) and make sure the whites are at least a bit crispy. Remove egg from pan and then make a grilled cheese sandwich but put the fried egg (or eggs, I used two eggs in Jim’s sandwich) in between the two slices of cheese while assembling the sandwich to cook. If you’re eating outdoors, wrap it in foil so you have a pouch to keep it warm and to keep it off any dirty unwashed hands.
Goes well with Gatorade. A good substitute for a fast food breakfast sandwich, and much tastier. You could add meat or hot sauce, too.”