My friend Steve insists that he has not been holding out on me but….
Steve’s Island, owned and managed by the Maine Department of Agriculture, Conservation, and Forestry. Part of the cluster of islets between Stonington and Isle Au Haut.
Now… THAT’s the “way life is supposed to be”!
Bet I could find a pair of trees to hang my hammock on that lil’ baby… might never leave.
I came upon this over on one of the blogs I follow on the Tumblr. Bushcrafters gone wild!
It pretty much epitomizes everything I’m not likely to do when I go out camping.
Talk about “Leave No Trace”~~ Two dozen+ live trees cut for unnecessary [and U.G.L.Y., and disfunctional, and inefficient] shelter, and a hacked up stump. I just hope this was their own property. If it was public use land, or a state park, I’d be pretty upset finding this on my trip down the trail. However, from the amount of gear, I’m guessing they didn’t walk in very far.
In Western culture alone, they carry “a vast network of associations including such distinct and even contradictory significances as childhood, crop, doom, elves, fear, habitat change, idyll, love, luck, mortality, prostitution, solstice, stars and fleetingness of words and cognition,” wrote Stefan Ineichen, a firefly researcher in Switzerland, in a 2016 paper published in Advances in Zoology and Botany.
Short documentary Brilliant Darkness: Hotaru in the Night
“Quechua speakers in the Andes call fireflies añañahui, or “ghost eyes.”…
I just call them a beautiful wonder in the night…
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48 hours and the only photo I took was just this one shot of my feetz…
I’m always up around 5:30 AM or 6 AM. Nobody else around. This was after I had just enough time to drag my camp chair back down to the fire ring, make a cup of coffee, and toss a few logs on the coals from the night before.
This is Maine. This is “The way life supposed to be”.