Moose River Trilogy

Three friends and more. Moose River, New York.

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Poplar in full song. Moose River, New York, October 17, 2020.

Girls In The Rain

 

Turkeys near Pines Road intersection. Moose River Road, Boonville, NY. October 7, 2020.

Mah Brutha! And Alicccccce! (Part 2)

               Baby and Alice, Victor, New York. Christmas Day, 2006.

The Man! (Part 1)

       Cameron sharing twelve seconds. Moose River, New York, July 7, 2009.

Feeling The Need For Seed

Wilson At Work. Moose River, New York, July 23, 2020.

GE Playhouse

The Cottage. Moose River, New York, August 20, 2020.

 

The Red Baron In Oh-So-Slight Repose

Reddy, Moose River, New York, August 22, 2020.

Hanging Close

Raccoons near dusk. Moose River, New York, September 1, 2020.  

 

The Owl

              Female Barred Owl. Moose River, New York, August 23, 2020.

Lights

Moose River, NY. September 29, 2015.

Thrush And Friends

Beers With Lilo

Just a recording of a couple minutes spent with Lilo "Liles" Jones, the four-footed person near the beer can, on the back step during one of the classic brief Moose River rains. 

To toss away the concerns of people who find themselves unable to avoid being concerned: Lilo did NOT drink the beer. No one in the making of this video drank the beer...shockingly, to some. The PBR can was picked up along the road as I was raking and was picked up by me (environmentalist-slash-free-nickel-advocate) and set on the ledge, awaiting its redemption at a local grocery store. The resulting five cents may have been put toward a fund to buy a six-pack. Or maybe not; I'm not one to account for such things in extreme detail.

Anyway, it was sunny, then it rained, then the sun returned. Somewhere in the middle of all that we sat on the Central Stoop and dug this. 

Two friends on a step, loving the rain, with birds a few feet above us. Moose River Settlement, New York, June 28, 2020.

-MJ

Walking Man, Near Dark

Red-spotted newt, Moose River, New York, July 1, 2020.

The Kid In The Rain

                                       Moose River. June 25, 2017.

Not Remotely Alone

Location! Location! Etc.!

Phoebe On Nest. Moose River, America. May 29, 2020.

The Front Comes Through

Moose River, New York, May 29, 2020. And yes: the rain added light to the scene.

Home! Home! Finally Home!

Great Crested Flycatcher, Moose River, New York. June 1, 2020.

The only thing tougher than going home right now is leaving home.

Ten minutes earlier heading back into the world of whatever isn't home is, and I don't see this kid and friends. And they don't see me either. 

I hope they're smarter than I and hang a while. I'll be back soon if I can and look forward to possibilities. Almost fifteen years pass between friends like forever. But there we were, some of us. 

And I'm not kidding: ten minutes later and none of this happens.

And it did happen. 

I believe in miracles.

It Won't Be Long

The last several years I have become all too accustomed to having Winter be non-camp time. I've gotten into the routine of NOT going up late Friday night in a snowstorm, digging my way in, starting a fire, and sitting on the couch waiting to warm up.

I usually had a few beers (yeah: a few) and some Johnny Cash or other suitable tunes with me as I played the latest edition of the running game I made: see how long it takes for breaths to disappear.

It usually takes (or took) an hour or so for the condensation to disappear even an inch or two from the ceiling. It was OK, though, because I knew once it started to move to three, four, five inches from the ceiling that we were in business: an hour later, tops, the place would be 80 degrees, minimum. There is nothing better than knowing that. Not to say it wasn't all cool with me anyway; I was dressed warmly and I had Johnny or his friends blasting on the boombox I've had since 1990 (and still do), and a few beers or so. And besides, cold or hot, I'd traveled in the night to my favorite place in the world. You cannot beat that; things which seem like impediments become longed-for badges of honor in those circumstances. I wouldn't trade a second of that time for an hour anywhere else.

This video doesn't begin to explain those times. It was taken in April 2019, a cold rainy day by most standards but not those of Moose River. I've spent colder, rainier days there in July. But the fire is in the stove, it was great, and I look forward to building another fire in that same stove very soon. -MJ

The Cottage. Moose River, New York, April 26, 2019.