tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9044730814344619662024-03-06T14:01:20.063-06:00Images from my peripatetic lifeMiniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.comBlogger3645125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-645445428946650722023-01-26T11:00:00.009-06:002023-01-26T11:00:00.203-06:00Violets, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGIr0c6z_smOfv87OapjYmMBHvu46HN4PmUNtljZfdgnHZ_h9RVbQv8qrSh9ZmJkd_H5QzbAVA4AmxMeLs1_10W6cKJg1lcI6J4ns3gksfCE2WsYgv-eyiLX0P5OpNGeHQAW_aivsXxNkKwtnunp45p7KvMX5i3iSj9_4rGRc69-FDazyGOUhNqyfc" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiGIr0c6z_smOfv87OapjYmMBHvu46HN4PmUNtljZfdgnHZ_h9RVbQv8qrSh9ZmJkd_H5QzbAVA4AmxMeLs1_10W6cKJg1lcI6J4ns3gksfCE2WsYgv-eyiLX0P5OpNGeHQAW_aivsXxNkKwtnunp45p7KvMX5i3iSj9_4rGRc69-FDazyGOUhNqyfc=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Violets in the grass in Belfast.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-16036144610645357872023-01-25T11:00:00.006-06:002023-01-25T11:00:00.182-06:00Old red tractor wheel, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz58h4M6APK_Mz61h210Y6JtZOaEIxHY9YTv3JWbCTpwBq5Enpa2_jW10AcB9ZP8d4VZe7Yqp4spGEiWIZ1hH1WIQLDmVLt1Lqg1NVp198a0OwJtUs76H0W_N5rFL89CTK6M3t8V4rWfzItJr1cnanjgCOObbZcWGkS3zVo0Ld3ROI3g5X3bIeoToS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhz58h4M6APK_Mz61h210Y6JtZOaEIxHY9YTv3JWbCTpwBq5Enpa2_jW10AcB9ZP8d4VZe7Yqp4spGEiWIZ1hH1WIQLDmVLt1Lqg1NVp198a0OwJtUs76H0W_N5rFL89CTK6M3t8V4rWfzItJr1cnanjgCOObbZcWGkS3zVo0Ld3ROI3g5X3bIeoToS=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Wheel of the old red tractor, resting in soft surrounding grass.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-86005587242436292842023-01-24T11:00:00.008-06:002023-01-24T11:00:00.192-06:00Old red tractor guts, Belfast, ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqz-TfhWafyLZJY_EEaIXjOfhbKeRCDhGbHCmjT2CweSFlFCwm7RfPaJKRtII5FFUd4a5KI4Uv5CzMtUDkHqdgcPL3jNYzDDy8oDwLDh0oHPS3OYcBDn1YOYck5LMjvuukQfUr6n28rGtp1NBjv8uJOIxX-rNYjWwB_NgreVKcqSwl-4uUevMZTZQ4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="2876" data-original-width="3835" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhqz-TfhWafyLZJY_EEaIXjOfhbKeRCDhGbHCmjT2CweSFlFCwm7RfPaJKRtII5FFUd4a5KI4Uv5CzMtUDkHqdgcPL3jNYzDDy8oDwLDh0oHPS3OYcBDn1YOYck5LMjvuukQfUr6n28rGtp1NBjv8uJOIxX-rNYjWwB_NgreVKcqSwl-4uUevMZTZQ4" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Mechanical guts of this old red tractor, the sort of pre-electronic systems that will never much be built again, any more than belt-driven factories will be.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-2383997226220860762023-01-23T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-23T11:00:00.191-06:00Old red tractor, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTqrjsP7vtI6hJN9e3YvW4Q_KiDhQN6gva-m7r0XVrxbjsT81fZnu9nTxAhYHm7orIoZNFq4XnLA_G7eMxZgkP0vDMK3b7s-53FO5ckS0hwaPLjs2aGSlU6fK995ARgbpK68LMGYrikOfC1_0S-swG_XluQ25ioOdQCA62oOpP37_uvEVgMUE5Gh9A" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2394" data-original-width="3504" height="274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjTqrjsP7vtI6hJN9e3YvW4Q_KiDhQN6gva-m7r0XVrxbjsT81fZnu9nTxAhYHm7orIoZNFq4XnLA_G7eMxZgkP0vDMK3b7s-53FO5ckS0hwaPLjs2aGSlU6fK995ARgbpK68LMGYrikOfC1_0S-swG_XluQ25ioOdQCA62oOpP37_uvEVgMUE5Gh9A=w400-h274" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Old red tractor from the front.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-37780846925512445662023-01-21T11:00:00.006-06:002023-01-21T11:00:00.214-06:00Old red tractor, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKUlOQBkvFAGoPKwkQ0IbcjMClPQN0NjtsVuyg_rGK-CRje6tkmdPvBXjy77J7zfWQ9iinD_7wuLdsCdhP7Aby_xupXLFIaN6t_nYPoBuGawWp3wz_0zYBQKsd9P9h0D5WA9xDH9n1NHW9iSbupfiFGRCwGOOTQlYrYwkaGzIAEk-TU0PyL6MkwaRu" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2890" data-original-width="3854" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgKUlOQBkvFAGoPKwkQ0IbcjMClPQN0NjtsVuyg_rGK-CRje6tkmdPvBXjy77J7zfWQ9iinD_7wuLdsCdhP7Aby_xupXLFIaN6t_nYPoBuGawWp3wz_0zYBQKsd9P9h0D5WA9xDH9n1NHW9iSbupfiFGRCwGOOTQlYrYwkaGzIAEk-TU0PyL6MkwaRu=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Old red tractor, now serving its final purpose in life as farmland decoration.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-35107799422412191242023-01-20T11:00:00.001-06:002023-01-20T11:00:00.184-06:00Red cover crop, Belfast, ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6uhIHNVZoP_gl37TbgCOQqiLn4FsiT63joFSqbAaq6PFb4oAybKKR4sgqyHlf-zmvNsaKrb5C3A1QJ3YYkVelU9ssWRvLGG57IYbkVl9Kp4I6kDqaP-uGNpdc8z-YOYh8L1Jv6oTW7Q0O1FEmwwggP_AsgexInIgKXwRuqGTQL-i2Armwx159DhcA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2778" data-original-width="2199" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh6uhIHNVZoP_gl37TbgCOQqiLn4FsiT63joFSqbAaq6PFb4oAybKKR4sgqyHlf-zmvNsaKrb5C3A1QJ3YYkVelU9ssWRvLGG57IYbkVl9Kp4I6kDqaP-uGNpdc8z-YOYh8L1Jv6oTW7Q0O1FEmwwggP_AsgexInIgKXwRuqGTQL-i2Armwx159DhcA=w317-h400" width="317" /></a></div>Red influorescences on part of the mixed cover in the fields.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-20342184369011759762023-01-17T11:00:00.008-06:002023-01-17T11:00:00.204-06:00Diatomaceous apples, Belfast, ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPG2XHdIP0l8jsMz6F4-49FV54U0vd5o0DyxijTeqp2QDgJZsLLKNzqhLhQO2wsRl8ljos8b752XhESNobIniF8yX5zzyfVQA1KSSNNlJNC_WzNRC45Sytox32PXcWnsQHmw--V2EKFsfDkOIcIewFuo-paiG9N-T8-v8-0aUC23EwOAe4LYiFTfCF" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1628" data-original-width="2558" height="255" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiPG2XHdIP0l8jsMz6F4-49FV54U0vd5o0DyxijTeqp2QDgJZsLLKNzqhLhQO2wsRl8ljos8b752XhESNobIniF8yX5zzyfVQA1KSSNNlJNC_WzNRC45Sytox32PXcWnsQHmw--V2EKFsfDkOIcIewFuo-paiG9N-T8-v8-0aUC23EwOAe4LYiFTfCF=w400-h255" width="400" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Another view of spotty earthen apple leaves. I love the stiff curvaceous shapes they hold.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-14841965327052941902023-01-16T11:00:00.006-06:002023-01-16T11:00:00.193-06:00Diatomaceous apples, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcWci6GEuxzu0k81o0VPf4l4_lCsTLXDz25OI459zh6I4e6_RWWtYhu6Fih2_Uzw1ok1w5ziZU9MP_AoGy9hfaeMGHHilPzz3bQ4ol7sArKpzsX3xJDivoXV3KF0JNtSugK9d_W4sT2yQ1l8qNB-ulLdyCoFXTRLZ7VM9kESwRXzOHIs_dQbIAeJn6" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1835" data-original-width="2722" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjcWci6GEuxzu0k81o0VPf4l4_lCsTLXDz25OI459zh6I4e6_RWWtYhu6Fih2_Uzw1ok1w5ziZU9MP_AoGy9hfaeMGHHilPzz3bQ4ol7sArKpzsX3xJDivoXV3KF0JNtSugK9d_W4sT2yQ1l8qNB-ulLdyCoFXTRLZ7VM9kESwRXzOHIs_dQbIAeJn6=w400-h270" width="400" /></a></div><br />Apple tree leaves spread with diatomaceous earth as an organic pesticide, giving them a patchy muddy look.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-20991414130439526332023-01-15T11:00:00.001-06:002023-01-15T11:00:00.221-06:00Buttercups, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE8mtakaUuGYrCdr1mgx0UrapnEIlBv2gStK0-qrJT2kvYkh5iD5kbuPDR_LbiLA8dolpEHLYbL97VjaUpdon_9Nn3Goa9ZW_6BGqiMYd9FvfQMiZ6DycAmLLcUCrx0OH9SEdB4fT1ugX_eRI40wAkWG1kCtiEfh8_EmEcvwaStKKIONRUGPIrLnru" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2011" data-original-width="3983" height="203" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgE8mtakaUuGYrCdr1mgx0UrapnEIlBv2gStK0-qrJT2kvYkh5iD5kbuPDR_LbiLA8dolpEHLYbL97VjaUpdon_9Nn3Goa9ZW_6BGqiMYd9FvfQMiZ6DycAmLLcUCrx0OH9SEdB4fT1ugX_eRI40wAkWG1kCtiEfh8_EmEcvwaStKKIONRUGPIrLnru=w400-h203" width="400" /></a></div><br /> A wide spread of buttercups, threading through the stalks of taller grass around them.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-66376765287230783922023-01-14T11:00:00.001-06:002023-01-14T11:00:00.240-06:00Buttercups, Belfast, ME<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkkQCWxVJMesKStEHTBOPevM14Dnb3AXjOe9zDqaQIhDCzLw7qfuhRds2_tvJfqZ31LIc2fT9eNc5iNcIb2wPVqCRg_f80mEaYjylibnGAcAldM3gZRCYlrktwIT-ykFwNbRXaM8E8l3gPVCHinycNdHu6VRM_nbkgK7N4C7qk0l0McCX_o8O6pyn4" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="3003" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhkkQCWxVJMesKStEHTBOPevM14Dnb3AXjOe9zDqaQIhDCzLw7qfuhRds2_tvJfqZ31LIc2fT9eNc5iNcIb2wPVqCRg_f80mEaYjylibnGAcAldM3gZRCYlrktwIT-ykFwNbRXaM8E8l3gPVCHinycNdHu6VRM_nbkgK7N4C7qk0l0McCX_o8O6pyn4=w397-h400" width="397" /></a></div><div><br /></div>Buttercups in a field. An utterly common and banal flower, yet still beautiful all the same.Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-87777074051195280602023-01-13T12:06:00.001-06:002023-01-13T12:06:14.633-06:00Spreading leaves, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgKkNKgs1HXpcS52bk1wEQ92OQMLOLOaUIYor6KxONdTTe1_9fnijpIhKtj4L3IRtUZUlzOZq83uLVyIjnIhZre53KvR_nFV6MYmIMtVT8UbksS3mBLcRSYMy18ktG_v0YyUFXdpSE8esYXceJ9v_o0L2wZavQ_04igSVxaeRDdfIK1Jkr6cr52zgy" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1534" data-original-width="1269" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhgKkNKgs1HXpcS52bk1wEQ92OQMLOLOaUIYor6KxONdTTe1_9fnijpIhKtj4L3IRtUZUlzOZq83uLVyIjnIhZre53KvR_nFV6MYmIMtVT8UbksS3mBLcRSYMy18ktG_v0YyUFXdpSE8esYXceJ9v_o0L2wZavQ_04igSVxaeRDdfIK1Jkr6cr52zgy=w332-h400" width="332" /></a></div><br /> Layers of sun-soaked healthy leaves spreading against the June sky.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-1951208775249736122023-01-12T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-12T11:00:00.214-06:00Popcorn flowers, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9AehTP8iSm8ztQcnkCNOjwDv-oyTu9RsSbF9gECUpNeoMUjNjtIzv5PaxoC8QOiaZwuEDV1s91hlZPccqQ7Hxb9ki7ZykQX1AyXPN202csn68nkm_ZiCHMsAvUQrC5SWC7J_jZx1bsvFdzein1P4C4qZWb9mkYEpuqnMAXFWInraMVjxRPnJ5qh__" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2760" data-original-width="3024" height="365" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi9AehTP8iSm8ztQcnkCNOjwDv-oyTu9RsSbF9gECUpNeoMUjNjtIzv5PaxoC8QOiaZwuEDV1s91hlZPccqQ7Hxb9ki7ZykQX1AyXPN202csn68nkm_ZiCHMsAvUQrC5SWC7J_jZx1bsvFdzein1P4C4qZWb9mkYEpuqnMAXFWInraMVjxRPnJ5qh__=w400-h365" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I don't know what this tree is, but its exuberant bursts of flower make me think of popcorn.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-73649718575659808972023-01-11T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-11T11:00:00.194-06:00Strawberry rows, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBMk_R6_8yjiuSBkrur2qIa19ozyrWtkX6apL0QKsvlZYWnKYAMqVAP8A9sRmSwumsdcb8zwd9O0h0JISd8hsThoODXez1SpDcXldizcNR-qzA9njkv7uQhc17IlyMXvxegb-QDegj2xVJl9iKr4GVnIHP8m6BYTmlqA9ncGBVWaBTTQbVZCe-jon3" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3603" data-original-width="2563" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiBMk_R6_8yjiuSBkrur2qIa19ozyrWtkX6apL0QKsvlZYWnKYAMqVAP8A9sRmSwumsdcb8zwd9O0h0JISd8hsThoODXez1SpDcXldizcNR-qzA9njkv7uQhc17IlyMXvxegb-QDegj2xVJl9iKr4GVnIHP8m6BYTmlqA9ncGBVWaBTTQbVZCe-jon3=w285-h400" width="285" /></a></div><br /> Row of strawberry plants gearing up for the season on my sister-in-law's farm.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-5332997011529830222023-01-09T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-09T11:00:00.201-06:00Ferns, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG16jD9NNo-L_kNme-bL9kTOR3jPEzUmNwGA8c6NCb5Ya2EBKeuvYRo3DozEHmRI6r0XZ8YMfYe29cgezYtc2l8XR1gDEHKvxxLlPKQhhEs7OB2TPLxachEyiubmEhqlHZpib1TAFd1c8XcEb5h2ESuLqEzErp7aK3-z4opR_rRw98KIqG3AOYxJV2" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2372" data-original-width="3750" height="253" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjG16jD9NNo-L_kNme-bL9kTOR3jPEzUmNwGA8c6NCb5Ya2EBKeuvYRo3DozEHmRI6r0XZ8YMfYe29cgezYtc2l8XR1gDEHKvxxLlPKQhhEs7OB2TPLxachEyiubmEhqlHZpib1TAFd1c8XcEb5h2ESuLqEzErp7aK3-z4opR_rRw98KIqG3AOYxJV2=w400-h253" width="400" /></a></div><br /> A carpet of small ferns in swampy woodland.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-12363865686366814732023-01-08T11:00:00.011-06:002023-01-08T11:00:00.225-06:00Swamp flower, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij6fqxWHF2dASCdcf52tCYzCPkIEr-YrZI_T8J08wE-qJLbu7y--3Yqm3afhGTpQBtyrgrJV1CrnPhsDvOhPLhmnS6TLUly2ZuQljnlkx2Pto4VxZDUfuVLoS6f9Oarco3N8OggF7hU3gfTVQVq_hqXoIxx-HDz5zeIPfAgtovwxpB6HyYV7fSxJ23" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3696" data-original-width="2595" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEij6fqxWHF2dASCdcf52tCYzCPkIEr-YrZI_T8J08wE-qJLbu7y--3Yqm3afhGTpQBtyrgrJV1CrnPhsDvOhPLhmnS6TLUly2ZuQljnlkx2Pto4VxZDUfuVLoS6f9Oarco3N8OggF7hU3gfTVQVq_hqXoIxx-HDz5zeIPfAgtovwxpB6HyYV7fSxJ23=w282-h400" width="282" /></a></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A very Georgia O'Keefe-looking bulbous swamp flower, standing pink and proud.</div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-15724271095577382372023-01-07T11:00:00.014-06:002023-01-07T11:00:00.193-06:00Canadian dogwood, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8dIuCPTpgY5XSJYqXAp-Klp9U1rHCVCw20dBzwWA5ZQ9wGB5WDsGfIJme2Cl72AVy07AjnoFy0GKDvj9bXUEb4VKAHZIzIfz92srNqOOhx1ftQahnmtK1gMxiOsaKuHT0TYSnWIr8DxX8LU18fzsdpZ1MrSg3emiZvtlX-VULvCjA_d6yy2HRWQNi" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2425" data-original-width="3373" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8dIuCPTpgY5XSJYqXAp-Klp9U1rHCVCw20dBzwWA5ZQ9wGB5WDsGfIJme2Cl72AVy07AjnoFy0GKDvj9bXUEb4VKAHZIzIfz92srNqOOhx1ftQahnmtK1gMxiOsaKuHT0TYSnWIr8DxX8LU18fzsdpZ1MrSg3emiZvtlX-VULvCjA_d6yy2HRWQNi=w400-h288" width="400" /></a></div><br />Four-pointed blooms of short Canadian Dogwood, a favorite flower of mine that clings tenaciously to many alpine slopes.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-11343085834510919482023-01-06T11:00:00.002-06:002023-01-06T11:00:00.192-06:00Stone path on the hill, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf7js6rcMejoYCuySuzENjQhZsxKIBaG-1HcE5bIZ15Ap1hssg1-lYDcN3oUlbiZxWox3dlAFISysuycLCUHYNNBAbZqQGp8yI9rBpFLp_orRlM2fM_W2wmGE49rPQI7GdVKS7mKbCw5ALcXjdcFhNrhHxVcRGt8gwhnIfyQ6m-fiDilRXQ5nWYZc-" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3508" data-original-width="2875" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhf7js6rcMejoYCuySuzENjQhZsxKIBaG-1HcE5bIZ15Ap1hssg1-lYDcN3oUlbiZxWox3dlAFISysuycLCUHYNNBAbZqQGp8yI9rBpFLp_orRlM2fM_W2wmGE49rPQI7GdVKS7mKbCw5ALcXjdcFhNrhHxVcRGt8gwhnIfyQ6m-fiDilRXQ5nWYZc-=w328-h400" width="328" /></a></div><br /> This broad stone path carries both hikers and harvesting equipment up the blueberry fields.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-25332734620627194102023-01-05T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-05T11:00:00.194-06:00Blueberry Hill, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGJ-BAgLUyolmSdIr3mWTr7M8kx9GPrARcRjgfeT9_qAEfX6nCJ5xUEVYAhjzCOQ7QK_cOeH1k-yDjkdQdYIttKIwj1Pgj8cHWNCj1s6HDqQVH6NAK9k6xozuQhw6bTJPZi24oU3iObgbsJHpwq-SKYxHPcU1PNsxMSR2TA4hMQvnOGmYojTzr1JpS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2433" data-original-width="3699" height="263" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgGJ-BAgLUyolmSdIr3mWTr7M8kx9GPrARcRjgfeT9_qAEfX6nCJ5xUEVYAhjzCOQ7QK_cOeH1k-yDjkdQdYIttKIwj1Pgj8cHWNCj1s6HDqQVH6NAK9k6xozuQhw6bTJPZi24oU3iObgbsJHpwq-SKYxHPcU1PNsxMSR2TA4hMQvnOGmYojTzr1JpS=w400-h263" width="400" /></a></div><br />Another view up the hill, puffy white clouds and distant trees creeping over the rolling swath of berry bushes.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-65187299726760049502023-01-03T11:00:00.010-06:002023-01-03T11:02:30.520-06:00Blueberry Hill, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw2cpwfRXJ8lOc8pOp6Ggb11c0zABC9WI50BOoDIDfVIHlNGu2bBECG_T2qZXlMAGhY_03V-1xXBltQ6STvjoWnTxDQbwLOa3kW-IFiF83yzxSraYboZRMfyM8g5IH6LNpCJfim-cZrf5Vxd2vaqYyoaRqSdps6Zeg9TJ6jBDKCPjB0adH4TTx8JiS" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiw2cpwfRXJ8lOc8pOp6Ggb11c0zABC9WI50BOoDIDfVIHlNGu2bBECG_T2qZXlMAGhY_03V-1xXBltQ6STvjoWnTxDQbwLOa3kW-IFiF83yzxSraYboZRMfyM8g5IH6LNpCJfim-cZrf5Vxd2vaqYyoaRqSdps6Zeg9TJ6jBDKCPjB0adH4TTx8JiS=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br />A hillside of blueberry plants against the clear blue sky. The fields on this hill are a commercial operation, but also is open for the public to walk its trails.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-27094946453266950562023-01-02T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-02T11:00:00.181-06:00Budding grapes, Belfast, ME<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNFcDRyRHf38-suzcFYlGOn7f1cRL3dPZM-2UPolymwIoR25KfBJYOnirNbYhewPGFVGTbbwm39F4Aik3IPK2Kra3ddZD77WG1T_NhyAXgQNPNnWftgY3w7Qjoc7Fpi6wGp5cxPUpY1JMMVXf2uljS6vpzePxq0MsuVDyLN_wxg3uOodLfBJkx4Pnt" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="1281" data-original-width="2591" height="198" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjNFcDRyRHf38-suzcFYlGOn7f1cRL3dPZM-2UPolymwIoR25KfBJYOnirNbYhewPGFVGTbbwm39F4Aik3IPK2Kra3ddZD77WG1T_NhyAXgQNPNnWftgY3w7Qjoc7Fpi6wGp5cxPUpY1JMMVXf2uljS6vpzePxq0MsuVDyLN_wxg3uOodLfBJkx4Pnt=w400-h198" width="400" /></a></div><br />From a trip to visit my family in Maine last summer: tiny budding grapes on a vine hanging in their garden trellis.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-24474184398578445442023-01-01T11:00:00.005-06:002023-01-01T11:00:00.172-06:00Veronica being near her people<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_DAtX-LmQcEqwnXO_DZqocO70El9SC0sflmTUV8Z4kWL8s5Bc3LwN_XV8Hc9AV9F8NdELIm8sYhXT3TMaolbi-k7t8ePLWNJXVXqpeMGHXzBukJ1_QBx0xAnPkTtIO7QXgsyRLBq48aoq9og5CpQDN2isbEgKKi8WX5NXe2eboXdGFlhhHcKhyY2x" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh_DAtX-LmQcEqwnXO_DZqocO70El9SC0sflmTUV8Z4kWL8s5Bc3LwN_XV8Hc9AV9F8NdELIm8sYhXT3TMaolbi-k7t8ePLWNJXVXqpeMGHXzBukJ1_QBx0xAnPkTtIO7QXgsyRLBq48aoq9og5CpQDN2isbEgKKi8WX5NXe2eboXdGFlhhHcKhyY2x=w300-h400" width="300" /></a></div><br /> Near the end, thin and frail, Veronica chose to spend all her time just being near her people in the kitchen.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-45127020267476512282022-12-31T11:00:00.009-06:002022-12-31T11:00:00.194-06:00Veronica says hello<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBA7NNjs9C_WkT5Kqb0rMQIel3a0-E_8YW9H343-CEjmxgqWnl2Bm6qfvhaQn8xY7qePbHks303xkXEu-TR994Th4PCGNVd7ED_bU-sNQlu-tX2QI8VZ77slE3ufumQLY_TIn7iugloNRBCHaXLsT_dCkKgGyqLckaj_czSneEfrQ1e_whiLeZAdjW" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhBA7NNjs9C_WkT5Kqb0rMQIel3a0-E_8YW9H343-CEjmxgqWnl2Bm6qfvhaQn8xY7qePbHks303xkXEu-TR994Th4PCGNVd7ED_bU-sNQlu-tX2QI8VZ77slE3ufumQLY_TIn7iugloNRBCHaXLsT_dCkKgGyqLckaj_czSneEfrQ1e_whiLeZAdjW=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>Veronica popping up to say hello when she realized that she was being watched.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-50562279679988070212022-12-30T11:00:00.004-06:002022-12-30T11:00:00.218-06:00Curled up on the windowsill<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVwhO2eBRpTCZGz5bTRnmkho0jjM9V1z1ZGTP-6Ua5cx_K9ZZG7mXwdvAwx_UdcmjtSf-PedO4kqxaoeIuEtBCtfwfYFqiY-NeJ6EE1cRKpsguyF9p5rAhSHgbL9wmOs0_ASSlHpdtVjGezxA_oWoaaVxRo3gJgRJR0KSAiw4ICVC7HJ1YewSutBfV" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgVwhO2eBRpTCZGz5bTRnmkho0jjM9V1z1ZGTP-6Ua5cx_K9ZZG7mXwdvAwx_UdcmjtSf-PedO4kqxaoeIuEtBCtfwfYFqiY-NeJ6EE1cRKpsguyF9p5rAhSHgbL9wmOs0_ASSlHpdtVjGezxA_oWoaaVxRo3gJgRJR0KSAiw4ICVC7HJ1YewSutBfV=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div><br /> Veronica, curled up in her favorite spot on the windowsill.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-5591217802201492082022-12-29T11:00:00.009-06:002022-12-29T11:00:00.183-06:00Perching and relaxing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidAUGl28uvfnQhnFG_RUSnZZnqB_huYquSfp-ADGeV1kGY9oBX6FTEuiGKnz56HR3aJ8ktiKvTP5caUZydSO-5wPEaiqKlwX4EU2HGUvlUUZWfg9sr-exgjU_Uwfk6HP9JI5Z5zcgvFbjQemV0dtZrgSyKVDsAst_uV-nwZIknaeoGR1x_5t05R85M" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEidAUGl28uvfnQhnFG_RUSnZZnqB_huYquSfp-ADGeV1kGY9oBX6FTEuiGKnz56HR3aJ8ktiKvTP5caUZydSO-5wPEaiqKlwX4EU2HGUvlUUZWfg9sr-exgjU_Uwfk6HP9JI5Z5zcgvFbjQemV0dtZrgSyKVDsAst_uV-nwZIknaeoGR1x_5t05R85M=w400-h300" width="400" /></a></div>Salvatore active and eager, while Veronica is curled up to sleep.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-904473081434461966.post-38375635534278734312022-12-28T11:00:00.011-06:002022-12-28T11:00:00.199-06:00Salvatore eating Veronica's leftovers<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6oQbDYthsA0oQSzKOKUK-8I8TGTWd4cjzvd3STFNnpHgH5DwnLfqJV375udgtF5AAyg1sF6V94E2XwsEcNwNBUMGkv9bem8_nc4zj3lleAdKaFGfTNlEUoBbtK6-g_1jOQxPrb_Da37aQslbe6f3MUD-ZaFEyncxN3BBiyFlLbRewQDUfn1sv58JN" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img data-original-height="2277" data-original-width="3402" height="268" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi6oQbDYthsA0oQSzKOKUK-8I8TGTWd4cjzvd3STFNnpHgH5DwnLfqJV375udgtF5AAyg1sF6V94E2XwsEcNwNBUMGkv9bem8_nc4zj3lleAdKaFGfTNlEUoBbtK6-g_1jOQxPrb_Da37aQslbe6f3MUD-ZaFEyncxN3BBiyFlLbRewQDUfn1sv58JN=w400-h268" width="400" /></a></div><br />Veronica was laying quietly on the counter after she finished eating her food. Salvatore was too eager for her leftovers to wait for her to get down.<p></p>Jacob Bealhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03294188694250217754noreply@blogger.com0