What began in March as more like "gone huntin" hobby, has emerged into
a sigh of sweet relief.
My husband can attest to my hunting escapades as I have dragged him out
over paths, swamps, ice and water, through the weeds and over fields. We
have walked, stalked, investigated and listened. I have seen and photographed
eagles, great blue herons, little blue herons, wood ducks, mallards,
mergansers, ring-necks, eiders, cormorants, egrets, grebes, finches, cardinals,
robins, hawks, kingfishers, woodpeckers, snowy owls, gulls, osprey, and
many other birds.
All the while I have become overwhelmed with the choices of where to go
and what to photograph. I am not a traditional birder in that I don't go out
"birding" for birdings sake rather I go out to land with a couple and observe
them for long periods of time and to enjoy pondering about them.
I am not sure exactly what drew me to the Canada geese, they are
not a rare bird and in some places many find them a nuisance. But for
some reason I have found myself drawn to them since last fall when many
had already migrated south. I still recall when I originally spotted them.
They were hidden in a location not accessible to me. I was really
disappointed. And then it happened...overhead I heard, at first, and then
saw a flock of Canada Geese...and I was hooked.
Off the beaten path ...2015
short slide of photos
It was at the end of March, 2015 that I first stepped onto the banks of the
Presumpscot River. (I should clarify that I have probably been to the
Presumpscot unknowingly, but I was now conscious of actually going there for
the first time with a specific mission.) I went to a place along the river
recommended by my friend Missy, who’s, now deceased husband use to ice fish
and enjoy the pleasure of friends, surrounded by nature and wildlife.
As I jumped out of the Jeep and surveyed the landscape my first venture took
me down a long path and across a bridge. Eventually I backtracked into the
woods and walked beside the river. That first day was intense, as I stopped
frequently letting my surroundings sink in; snow, ice, water, trees, sounds, birds,
critters and animal tracks all inundated my senses. It was quiet, beautiful, and
surreal. With my camera at my side dangling from a strap I felt more like
“the great hunter” than a simple Portland gal casually out exploring “off the