Even little birds can give us lofty thoughts. To some, puffins simply raise questions about genetics and adaptive mutations and behaviors. But in the larger context, these little birds are but one of creation’s vast array of variations and adaptations which not only challenge imaginations and serious scientific investigations but also philosophic explanations about meaningContinue reading “According to the Puffins….”
Author Archives: Chris Mace
Quarrying: Chiseling It Out
This Stone Cutter sculpted by William Muir is situated on the public wharf at Stonington as a memorial to those who mined and sculpted granite from Maine quarries. In the early 1900’s there were as many as 152 quarries in Maine, where slate and limestone as well as granite were mined. At one point thereContinue reading “Quarrying: Chiseling It Out”
Chiseling It Out!
This Stone Cutter sculpted by William Muir is situated on the public wharf at Stonington as a memorial to those who mined and sculpted granite from Maine quarries. In the early 1900’s there were as many as 152 quarries in Maine, where slate and limestone as well as granite were mined. At one point thereContinue reading “Chiseling It Out!”
Flying as Eagles Fly
Bald eagles are definitely forces “to be reckoned with”. They have powerful talons which can exert ten times the pressure of an adult male human hand and can have up to seven foot wingspans enabling them to catch updrafts and soar thousands of feet in the air where their amazing visual and color acuities allowContinue reading “Flying as Eagles Fly”
Plucking Petals…
Many of us have carefully plucked petals from daisies hoping to find the answer we want when the last petal is removed…He loves me. He loves me not… She love me. She loves me not…They love me. They love me not… Although formed as statements, those are really crucial questions! Despite the illogicalness of thisContinue reading “Plucking Petals…”
Plucking Petals
Preview in new tab Many of us have carefully plucked petals from daisies hoping to find the answer we want when the last petal is removed…He loves me. He loves me not… She love me. She loves me not…They love me. They love me not… Although formed as statements, those are really crucial questions! DespiteContinue reading “Plucking Petals”
The Old Schoolmaster…
Soon, it will be back to school for Maine children. Once, it was to the one or two story village schoolhouse with its one or two story backhouse and a playground where there may or may not have been a swing, but there was a flag pole. There one teacher taught all subjects for upContinue reading “The Old Schoolmaster…”
The Sculptor’s Song…
Art is an expression of words, ideas, stories, and even music from its creator’s soul. Listening closely to this simply shaped , plump, little bird sitting on its intrically designed pedestal amidst a reflected world of clouds and trees, one hears a sweet song. Along with His eternality, God’s imagination and creativity are the firstContinue reading “The Sculptor’s Song…”
The Sculptor’s Song…
Art is an expression of words, ideas, stories, and even music from its creator’s soul. Listening closely to this simply shaped , plump, little bird sitting on its intrically designed pedestal amidst a reflected world of clouds and trees, one hears a sweet song. Along with His eternality, God’s imagination and creativity are the firstContinue reading “The Sculptor’s Song…”
Punctuating Life
Tumbling in at first light, scrambled, fragmented, shrouded and incomplete Thoughts – mixed, imagined, punctuated with question marks, exclamation points, commas, periods, and more- waiting to be untangled, sorted, aligned aching to be finalized, completed, emphasized into a moment, a paragraph, a chapter, but sometimes troubled into an ellipsis … a pause hanging in considerationContinue reading “Punctuating Life”
Sweet Words from Maine 