Just A Maine Girl Embarking on Adventures

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Sugarloaf North Trail–07-03-2019

Great hike!  Not super long (3 miles total).

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Can’t say enough about the views.

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And the lens ball!  This thing is a heavy lil bugger too.  And the keys make an appearance!

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05-25-2019

Rhys and mirror ball. 

I gave Rhys my old Rebel, with a simple lens and he came over Saturday to get some pictures in.

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The potato field was like a desert and super sandy!  Made for taking fun pics!

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Drive From Maine to NH and a day at Rocks!

I drove home from Maine and here are a few pics. Then the day after I went over to Rocks Christmas Tree Farm, which was wickedly fun!

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Rocks is this amazing place, the views are wonderful and the trails to hike are great too.  The colors and the sun were popping that day too!

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Of course, my keys made an  appearance.  I’ve also been taking some fun pics with my recruiters business cards too!  I’ll be making a post about that all on its own though!

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Mount Washington already has something in the area of 18 inches of snow – it does make for something pretty to look at!

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Kancamagus Highway–10-03-2018

I had happy feet one night and Wendy (I’m blaming her again, yes!) had spoken about the Kancamagus – and so off I went!

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I did a bunch of “five minute photo stops”. 

And here are the results!

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Not bad, right? 

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flowing water everywhere!  I’m going to be an expert by the time this assignment is over with and I don’t mind in the least.  Smile

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And that’s a wrap!

New York, New York–9-22-2018

Roughly about a month ago, my friend, Melissa messaged me with a link.  It was Dax Shepard in NYC.  After a quick message to Julia, asking if it was okay and I could afford it, I said YES!  (This is why we are still married, we ask the little things). 

Mel booked everything (she’s a pro now!) and boom!  I worked the previous Sunday, I drove over to her place on Thursday and off we went!

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I could never, ever live here. I could, however, visit! I’m not an urban photographer. I hope I did it justice! Thursday we both started throwing out “things we wanted to do”. Honestly, we knew we could do 2 things, one in the AM and then one in the early PM (with lunch). We tossed out a few ideas, but both that stuck was the 9/11 Memorial. And the other, Little Italy.

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The 9/11 Memorial is a wonder in structure, as well as something else – somber and thought provoking, it’s one of those places that brings you back to that day – which is the point. Seeing the names and the pictures is – surreal. I’ve a close friend who was flying out of NYC that very day, and I remember the worry if that was her flight, was she okay. I cannot even imagine knowing a loved one was IN those buildings. I had the stroke of luck to meet Shannon Stapleton in Stongington, ME, last year. He and I talked photography and all the time we spoke, his name rang a bell. It ran a bell because he was a “witness” to what had happened. Before he and I parted ways that night, I asked him, he’s a photographer for Reuters, why his name was familiar. His face changed just slightly, that haunting in his eyes appeared and he said “I was at 9/11, I took pictures when it happened.”. I saw his name on the witness plague that day. The world IS a far smaller place than we imagine.

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My key series made it’s way to NYC! I think it is one of my fave pictures to date.

Afterwards! We made our way to Little Italy! And low and behold, there was a street fest going on. From Ferrara’s Pastries to having a wickedly good lunch at Lunetta’s, and walking through the throng of the crowd.

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Can we talk about the crowds? Or the building? It’s all wicked!  We had a blast and would do it again!

Brilliant Skies and Calm Waters – 06-24-2018

I was sitting in my living room when I saw the light outside changing.  I chase the light often, and I had a good feeling.  Off I went!

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I literally jogged to the river last night.  I’d turn, snap a few pictures.  Jog while fiddling with settings.  Turn.  Snap a few pictures. 

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It’s rare we get those great purples up here, and getting the cast reflection from the sky on the rail was an interesting endeavor! 

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They sky changes quickly.  One minute you see purples, the next the sky is on fire with orange and reds.

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I finally got off the tracks and started the 2nd leg of my job down the potato field road to the water.

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Perspective and Always Looking Up

Life is all about perspective. How you view yourself, the ones you love, your family, your whole world. I tend to look up or at least, above where I am now and see what could be, you know, dream a little dream? I try and be energetic and optimistic because I’ve had lots of bad stuff happen to me, and lots of good stuff too. I tend to push away the bad stuff and hold onto the good stuff, you know, always looking up. I work in a business (health care) that can sometimes be dreary and we often find ourselves walking down the long hallways, looking down at our feet and not looking up at faces in the halls. Life is a long road, filled with parallels like railroad tracks, the people who go with you on that journey are the slats that connect the parallel rails. It’s a beautiful journey, but filled with bumps and changing scenery, but our perspective is what keeps it fresh and alive.


Being optimistic can be a pain in the ass sometimes, I mean that. People expect that jolly attitude, goodness forbid that you have an off day and aren’t whistling the Smurf Theme song all the time. Or always be that great person who will come into help on your day off, or give up your free time, or just, darn it, be a great person and pitch in a little extra. But, sometimes you just can’t do it. Or you just can’t always be “that” person. It gets me down at times. When that happens, I try to go outside and take a walk, or sit and write to change my outlook. Always look up. You never know what you will see, a smiling face, a brilliant sunset, or a wicked blue sky.


Perspective is such a tricky thing. Sometimes we, as a person or a worker, or as a mother or daughter feel like we aren’t making a difference, that the river of life just keep raging right by us and no matter how hard we paddle we just aren’t getting anywhere! I have a girlfriend, my wife, my lover, my soul mate, whom I adore, and I can’t marry her because I have boobs too. That’s the long and the short of it, isn’t it? It’s anatomy. If on my birth certificate it said male, I’d have been hitched a month after she moved in with me. But because it says female and I was born with boobs and not a penis, nope, it’s not happening. I always thought marriage was about love. I was wrong. It’s about politics. Sometimes I talk to people about the whole same sex marriage thing, sometimes I post fun rants on Facebook, but mostly I feel like the river of repression is pushing right by me and I can’t do anything about it. Then I’m reminded that one small pebble or one small weed, or stick, can alter the course of a river, make a ripple that can be felt inches, then feet, then yards from where it began. Then I talk to more people and I post more funny rants.


So take a look around you. Look at the people who pepper your everyday life, the ones who you like, who you love and then change that perspective. We stand one way on earth and look to our left, to our right, and then sometimes we look down, but don’t forget to always look up. You might be amazed at what you see.


Photography by JMG


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