old stones old streets
I walk in the past for hours
happy amid the crowds
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A poet and naturalist tries to find poetry in every day
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- August 31: Bistro
- August 30: Le Vieux-Quebec
- August 29: Mountain nocturne
- August 28: From Mount Philo
- August 27: Moonlight in Vermont
- August 26: Bread Loaf, Vermont
- August 25: Neighborhood gang
- August 24: There and back again on the Georges Hig...
- August 23: On the mountain
- August 22: On the trail
- August 21: Sermons in stones
- August 20: Mums in August
- August 19: Cocktail hour
- August 18: Night music
- August 17: Lucia Beach
- August 16: Late summer afternoon, Owls Head harbor
- August 15: Elizabeth Bishop Symposium
- August 14: What gets me out of bed
- August 13: Crickets
- August 12: Sky show
- August 11: Perseids
- August 10: Birthday
- August 9: Chimney Farm
- August 8: Nuts
- August 7: Herring Gut Learning Center
- August 6: Cumulus
- August 5: Eye exam
- August 4: Music before sunset
- August 3: Reid State Park
- August 2: Visitors
- August 1: Mouth of the Ducktrap
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About Me
- Kristen Lindquist
- Camden, Maine
- I am a birder, poet, and writer most interested in animals, vegetables, and minerals, living in my hometown in Midcoast Maine.
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