Waterville On Dusky November In 2013

          Last Friday I visited the city of Waterville,my own personal town of birth. What you see above you is the main street of the city during rush hour. While within the last two decades this city fell into some disrepair due mainly to political problems from within,there was and still is a strong spark of life in this city that simply refuses to become extinct. Times might have been difficult within that two decades time,even to the point where it seemed as if national stability would collapse altogether. Yet perhaps the cohesion of a number of urban communities such as says all it needs to say. What you see above you was about where my photographic journey through Waterville started and went on through dusk.

                These buildings were not facing the direct sun when these were taken. On the other hand,the light of the sunset was powerful enough to show its various hues through these different windows.

        

















              In the center of town was this blue bicycle rack I'd never seen before. It seemed to depict different people-children,women and men looking upward stridently
as they walked down a suspension bridge. This unique idea struck me somehow. Thought it would have a similar effect to others as well.

            

        

















                   Kohlrabi,in this particular case the purple variety is a fairly hearty cultivar of cabbage that is actually relatively hard to grow in my area of the country due perhaps to heavy clay like nature of much of the soil. Its a relatively rare vegetable yet is one of my favorites. Needless to say,although it is precisely the season for its growth on the Northeast coastline,I was very surprised to see Purple Kohlrabi growing in the center of Waterville.

                                                                                       

         What you see here are segments of the Lebanese Heritage Mural,painted by its designer Kevin James along with Pat Burdick. Interestingly enough,the wonderful Lebanese restaurant George's was burnt out by a fire several years ago and has been succeeded by another restaurant since. But this is one of the most potently beautiful displays of outdoor public art within an hour of where I live. And I would like to dedicate this display to Mr.James,Mr Burdick and anyone else contributing to the creative beautification of Waterville.

Clouds Bursting Into A Sunny November Afternoon

                          While it was a unseasonably warm temperature outdoors today,I couldn't help but notice that it there was a high wind chill. When I went out,it seemed as if I was witnessing a cold and warm weather front changing hands in the sky before my eyes. It bought me somehow into mind of a musically based thought of an Ashford & Simpson penned Chaka Khan song called "Clouds"-equating the breakup of a relationship to an extreme change in the weather. So I thought I'd share the most dramatic moments of the change I witnessed with you.

November First Voices On Main Street

                                                                              

                 During a brief visit today in Downtown Bangor,I found myself in a near 70 degree climate,on the first day of November no less,right on Maine Street. The way the sun was shinning on some of the buildings? Well something about the way it hit the camera lens really caught my eye.

October 2013: A Month In Review-HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

                Welcome to my October month in review. Due to different personal reasons,
my output on this blog has been poor this month. However I did want to at least do a month in review blog post because today its Halloween. I thought I'd have a little Halloween fun with some innocent imagery of some of the creative examples of pumpkin carving around the local area-as well as a spooky "haunted" graveyard at the Edgar R. Tennis Preserve in Deer Isle,Maine belonging to the Toochacher family and their descendants. I'm not sure if its considered bad luck to photograph random grave yards. But any ghosts present didn't seem to mind. So happy Halloween.