These are "our boys", yes we have two. They give us more unconditional devoted love and loyalty than we could ever give them.

We rent a cottage every year on the coast of Maine- dogs allowed of course. One rainy day we had some relatives comes and visit us. Everyone sat down to "have a visit" and to everyone's amusement, Rufus assumed this position on the couch seemingly ready to get caught up on all the latest family news.

This is one of the walking paths on Eagle Island, Maine maintained by the State of Maine. I thought it had sort of a Wizard of Oz look.

My son, who lives in Ca. came home to visit in early fall so I took him kayaking to one of my favorite remote streams. It was one of those warm, beautiful, autumn late afternoons that only New England can offer. I suppose a professional photographer would not leave the "flare" in the right hand corner, but... I'm not a professional.

Here is an odd happening. I was hiking along a trail at the back of Robb Resevoir and this very curious wild horse starts following me. Well, maybe he is not wild but he seems loose. This is not a pasture, it is a somewhat remote woodland trail. I had an apple in my pocket and I gave it to him. He followed me even more. I subsequently found out there is a story behind this horse.

Retired feet. Usually found in some backwater marsh in summer.

When we have a heavy snowfall our dog Rufus performs his snowplow routine. He runs back and forth for hours barking his head off playing snowplow.

Rufus after hours of playing snowplow. He has to be coaxed to come in with a treat even though he is starting to shiver. Here he is trying to decide whether to take the treat and face certain capture or go back and snowplow.

Rufus has been hosed down with the sink sprayer, lovingly dried, hugged, kissed, petted, fed and told he is such a good boy, he dozes against the sliding glass door dreaming about the next big snowfall.

The classic white water lily blooming in the morning. One of my most favorite flowers and I look forward to it each year.

The yellow pond lilly again (a/k/a spatterdock, a/k/a cow lily) Why am I so fascinated with marsh life?

I have watched the Great Blue Heron hunt and just before they strike they curl their neck like snake, I guess to give them more power.

Pickerel weed study.

Yellow pond lilly study.

The Great Blue Heron has large wings.

I always see butterflys in the pickerel weed.