Thu 1 Nov 2007
I took a day off yesterday and went north to where the pa’tridge (ruffed grouse for non-New Englanders) and woodcock, she run free and wild. When I’m bird hunting, I’m not thinking deep thoughts; one of the many things I love about it is that I’m paying attention to the moment - the dog, the cover and occasionally the bird. So… nothing earth shattering to report - some pictures interspersed with some smells.
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New fallen leaves. Smokeless powder.
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Wood smoke from a distant stove.
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Peat bog funk (very different from salt marsh funk - another fave).
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Goldenrod crushed underfoot.
I wonder if Christopher Brosius at I Hate Perfume could put together a Grouse Woods scent? Anyone who knows me, knows that I am anything but metro- (the phrase ‘lipstick on a pig’ comes to mind), but some of the smells he puts together? Burning leaves? At the Beach 1966? In the Library? Hmm…
A few additional pictures (there should be more along soon) on my ‘bird hunting ‘07‘ Flickrset.
November 2nd, 2007 at 10:24 am
Every year I get more nostalgic for fall in New England.
November 2nd, 2007 at 9:01 pm
This is the best time of year here, but it only lasts for weeks (maybe a couple months). I’ll try to be even-handed and post about crappy weather and short days in a month or two. I think the weather would not be a big deal, if the days weren’t 15 minutes long. I don’t know how they deal with it way north - alcohol abuse, I guess (not trying to be callous, I’m sympathetic, actually)…
November 6th, 2007 at 12:26 pm
Hooray for not thinking deep thoughts and enjoying the day. Great photos!