Bastille Day Sparklers


Sparklers
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A little different from Bastille Day last year where I watched fireworks from the banks of the Seine, this one was spent in Maine, chilling in the backyard of the house I grew up in, where my sister now lives. Here I rediscovered sparklers, which were actually more fun when I was younger, but here is Guillome, a young visitor from France, helping me desk the time delay function on my camera.

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Fresh Local Maine Greens


Fresh Greens
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A few weeks ago I went home to Maine to visit my family, including my sister who was home from France. I had just finished reading “Aninal, Vegetable, Miracle” by Barbara Kingsolver and while I was home I read “The Omnivore’s Dilemma” by Michael Pollan. The benefits of eating locally and organically were fresh on my mind and this was certainly helped by my Mom’s garden. In Maine it was still cool enough to have fresh lettuce. I also made up a cocktail with fresh mint and lime concentrate- ‘mohito style’ you might call it. But certainly reading both of those books (though I recomend Pollan’s over Kingsolvers) has made me much more aware of where my food comes from even if I can’t just walk out to the garden and pick it myself.

Maybe So


Maybe So
Originally uploaded by killerfemme.

It might as well be said that this is my best friend of 11 years. He’s dumped me on the ground from a full gallop more times than I want to count, but also listened to my angst and shared my growing up process in his own horsey way. His “show name” is Maybe So, but he goes by Ben. He’s feisty and stubbon as hell and always wants his way to be right (which is a lot like his owner). He’s a 25 year old Morgan Quarterhorse cross and you get double points if you know what that means. But suffice it to say I love animals and this one will always be in my heart. If you come to Maine with me you can feed him a treat.

Sunset at the Docks


Sunset at the Docks
Originally uploaded by killerfemme.

For Thanksgiving I went home to Maine and while I swore I wouldn’t travel again during the holidays, it always feels good to be there. I am always suprised by the silence of the town where my parents live and Portland is always smaller and colder than I remember. It’s hard to imagine I spent so much of my adolesnce hanging out there and feeling busy (and now I return to take pictures like this one of typically “Maine” things). But I’ve found I have a love for brick, cobblestone, wind in pine trees and the smell of salt water, all things which Maine and my many years there gave me. There’s a set on flickr, if you click on this photo you can get to it.