The Man! (Part 1)

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

Keep It Coming Love

Just a mouse on a tarp, seemingly.  Turin, New York, 1986.                                                                                                                                                      

'Tis Of Thee

Mt. Wilson and environs. Moose River, New York, June 11, 2016.

El Cameron

C. Pleasant reigns at The Cottage. Moose River, New York, May 31, 2010.

Back On My Star

The Cottage, Moose River, New York, June 19, 2017.

The Light

Moose River, New York, June 8, 2019.

Connections

Cameron floats just above The Cottage floor. Moose River, New York, May 31, 2010.

Ma Cat Grabs The Near Six O'Clock

More Campfire

Where No One Is Small

The gang behind The Cottage. Moose River, New York, September 1, 2019.

Sheila

Sheila, this weekend's only Wilson. Moose River, New York, September 2, 2019.

One More

The last known apple of the year. Here's to the many unknown ones.

Moose River, New York, August 23, 2019.

Outtakes From Your Dream

Fungi trying to hop from the old tipped-over splitting log to...?

Moose River, New York. August 25, 2019.

Hanging In The Settlement

Monarch caterpillar hangs beneath a wheelbarrow handle. Moose River, New York, August 24, 2019.

Cellar Door

Moose River, New York, June 1, 2019.

Moose River, New York, June 20, 2017.

A Tradition Like No Other

Moose River, New York, June 23, 2019.

Cameron (Five Years On)

I wanted to write about this guy in detail. Right now? Nope.

I can say these things, though:

He was one of three orphans I met near a woodshed in 2000. He was in the room in Palmyra, NY, when Mom and Dad and I assured each other that we couldn't keep him or his siblings. He, after hearing that, climbed my shoulders to the top of my head, sat down, and fell asleep.

He knew better. He knew he was home. They all knew.

We did, too.

-MJ

Something Blurry But Real

Fourteen seconds of bad video of deer hurrying through Moose River, New York, on December 22, 2006.

I found this a few days ago and cherish it, not only for the deer but for the fleeting glimpse at Owen's Pl. (pronounced like it's spelled), the long-gone (burned in early 2008, I think) home of our neighbor Owen. He rebuilt (spent a North Country winter in a camper while doing so) and stayed on another several years. We were neighbors for about 14 years and my sum total of communication was a few dozen waves. Dad talked with him once or twice.

Time goes on. Owen passed a few years ago and his new camp is now someone else's. But his original place is always his, and I'm not knocking people or change when I say I am grateful for that...

...and for the deer. And the woods. And late 2006. It's great to see them all.

-MJ