A Digression

Look who was sleeping in my woodshed!

How did I notice this sleeping beauty? I didn’t see it with my eyes.

I felt it. My hand felt something soft when I picked up the piece of wood it was on.

After admiring it, I slipped it back between split chunks of wood in a woodshed bay where the still-seasoning pieces won’t be ready to burn until next winter.

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Sleeping Mourning Cloak butterfly, Nymphalis antiopa https://www.butterfliesandmoths.org/species/Nymphalis-antiopa

Coquina and mistress on the Black Point Beach walkway.

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Coquina and Umi, on the path to Lambert’s Cove Beach.

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View of fog from a foggy ferry window

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Moments later, the fog began to lift, revealing a passing tug and its powerful wake.

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Over centuries, the trees in the woods behind our house have been cut for firewood again and again. Moss will grow on a flat stump. The two mounds of moss in the photo have grown where the tree’s trunks once were.

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After each cutting the tree has regrown.

Try and try again!

The current trunk is in the top of the image.

How’s that for persistence?


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