Sunday, October 25, 2009

Maine's autumn, Day 2 | Grand Lake Stream and Moosehorn wildlife refuge

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On Day 2 of my Maine vacation - after a morning visit to talk journalism with a class at Princeton Elementary School, which I attended as a child - my father and I drove to the nearby fishing-tourism town of Grand Lake Stream. This dirt road was just off the main route into town.

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A close-up of some of the maple leaves during the first stop of the afternoon near Grand Lake Stream.

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Grand Lake Stream is a town of only 150 people, but during the warmer months, people - many from more populous parts of southern New England - come in, occupy a cabin and take advantage of West Grand Lake's superior boating and canoeing conditions and go fishing in the various lakes, streams and rivers in the region.

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Grand Lake Stream is renowned as a haven for fly fishermen. Red Sox great Ted Williams was a regular. Visitors often have luck hooking salmon in the stream, just below where the dam controls the flow of West Grand Lake.

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A Maine guide nets a landlocked salmon for his customer.

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A small canal paralleling the stream was filled with fallen leaves. My father and I stood on a small concrete dam in order to get shots over the middle of the canal.

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There isn't much fall foliage in this scene, just some rapids farther downstream from where the above photos were taken.

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On the road out of Grand Lake Stream, I asked my father to pull to the side of the road so I could take a photo of the deer-crossing sign. If I didn't see a deer, I at least wanted to photograph something indicating that there are supposed to be deer in the area.

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Twenty miles to the south at the Moosehorn National Wildlife Refuge in Calais, there wasn't much wildlife, just many foliage scenes along a road that loops through the refuge.

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The leaves were like gold coins scattered across the wilderness floor.

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At this point, while I was trying to shoot the maple leaves with the sun filtering through the trees, I heard a horn being honked repeatedly. Turns out that it was father, from whom I separated myself while taking photos. He thought I had gotten lost in the woods or had fallen and hit my head.

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Many of the maple trees were bare or in their late-stage red color.

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A close-up of a maple leaf.

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After stopping to shoot a scene in front of the car, I turned around and saw the clouds behind me.

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Late Tuesday was the clearest weather I saw during my entire stay. Unfortunately, the foliage on this lake in the refuge wasn't nearly as brilliant as what I photographed a day earlier in Lincoln.

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The good thing about traipsing through the woods or along the shore of a small Maine lake such as this one is that the reptiles I have to be on the lookout for in Florida aren't present. No alligators to chomp off your feet. No lizards to climb into your boots.

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Many of the maples were ahead of their hardwood counterparts in the leaf-dropping department.

3 comments:

Elyse said...

Great photos of fall in Maine, Andrew! I just love New England this time of year. Hope you are doing well in Florida.

Anonymous said...

long been interested in this topic, very beautiful photo

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