Teenager dives and flips in Lake Winnepesauke, New Hampshire.
I live 3 miles from Lake Quannapowitt, where maples, apple trees, and birches are hitting their peak color for the season.
Today I photographed the Saugus River in Massachusetts from the air. The river meanders 13 miles from its source in Lake Quannapowitt in Wakefield through the towns of Lynnfield, Saugus and Lynn to Broad Sound in the Atlantic. I enjoyed several flights in a single-engine, top-wing Cessna over the past few years. On this occasion the pilot was very specific in his instructions to me. He said, “If something were to happen to me, please take the controls and land on the nearest flat surface. It doesn’t have to be an airport. If we are near Logan airport just follow their instructions. Push this red button so you can talk to them. If we need to land in the water we will probably flip over. You’ll need to unlock the door before we land so we can open it after hitting the water. Can you swim? The barf bag is here. And, if you would like to drive a little while on the way back that would be fine with me.” I did, but not very well.
Last weekend I joined many old friends to honor the life, friendships, and outdoor accomplishments of the late Dave Duncanson. Two years ago Dave skied approximately 100K of the groomed trails of the Jackson Ski Touring Foundation in Jackson NH — in one day! Last Saturday, most of the 40 to 50 folks who showed up, followed more modest distances on the track. The weather and the snow were ideal (V40 wax) , and the grooming at Jackson was immaculate. So what else is new? This little angel on skis was probably not among the Duncanson celebrants but she was worthy of a photograph for her outfit, rosy cheeks, and terrific ski skating technique. If anyone can identify her please let me know!
As tonight’s six inch storm was winding down I walked the nearly empty Main Street of Wakefield looking for photographs. Imagine my surprise when a snow plow disguised as an alien spacecraft passed me by. A police office pulled over, rolled down his window, and showed off a great photo of he had just taken with his phone of a home decorated in a pretty Christmas display. He said that he would later remove the utility wires in Photoshop. No mention of the spacecraft. A few minutes later a fellow approached me to show off the photos he had just taken with his phone. He was dispatching them immediately to friends at home in Turkey. I also admired some images he had made a week earlier in Bermuda. A plow driver waved hello and suggested that I not stand in the middle of the street. Another terrific hour in the snow.
My annual tribute to the colors of the farmers’ market. In New England buying local is something that lasts only from July to October. After that we have to rely on our root cellars as well as dried, salted, and pickled produce.