The leader,
powerful and physically strong,
scales walls and leaps great distances,
to stand atop open doors,
his weighty tail thrown sideways,
and checks me several times in the night,
gentle paw to my chin,
rough tongue in the darkness, cleaning.



Come along in Red Canoe as she explores the quiet backwater of Ohio's State Parks and the scenic streams and rivers of the Midwest. Discover the beauty hidden beyond the water's edge, quietly waiting, past access points, often only inches deep!
Come browse my photography site, Nature Remains: nothing but a photograph, for full-page slide shows of my favorite images and opportunities to purchase them.
In Spring of 2008, I began the study of 2 vernal pools on my property as part of the Ohio Vernal Pool Partnership monitoring program.
My 2008 journal includes the first photos and findings, as I studied this fascinating wetland area just a few steps beyond my backdoor...
2009 photos and findings,
2010,... again!
Now, 4 years later, another season is just days away!

Travel beyond the Midwest has taken me to some beautiful places. Usually off the beaten track, these places are WILD!
Acadia National Park
New River Nature Festival
Olympic National Park
Pictured Rocks and the UP
Voyageurs National Park
(click on the text above each photo for a quick get-away)
A regularly appearing feature, "Have you seen..." takes a closer, more patient look at things usually not seen in a flattering light.
Take a look!
Each spring, as winter lessens its grip and days warm with the first fragrant breezes of a new season, we collect sap from our Sugar Maples and produce just enough syrup for ourselves for the coming year.
The progress of this year's backyard endeavor is illustrated here.
Summer 2008, the tiny jewel of the avian world, a Ruby-throated Hummingbird, nested just feet from my front door. Pictures of her nest and the changing lives within are collected in this journal.
From life the size of a pea....
Cats that come to stay
(click on the text above each photo for stories in these collections)
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.~Robert Frost
11 comments:
Such a pretty cat that looks so happy to be one.
He's ever so cute ! You're lucky (and blessed for having rescued them) !
Max has grown into a handsome cat. You captured his intense wise countenance perfectly.
What a beautiful cat he is!! There is a lady around here that rescues cats and she has a whole house just for them..but it gets overwhelming for her at times. She works with the Humane Society and other shelters. Another guy has a furniture store and his whole back room is filled with cages of cats. They also trap feral cats and take them to get fixed and to get shots. A place here does it all for free. Then they put them back if they are too wild. I saved a cat here once but couldn't keep it. I took it to those people and it was adopted. Max is a lucky cat for sure!!
...an exceptionally sweet and cute post (always love the kitties).
Happy Birthday Kitties!
Max is a beautiful boy! Happy Birthday to the fur-children!
What a wonderful cat! All our cats came from the shelter or just showed up here so I can relate to this post.
I remember when you found them last year. So nice to get a brief update. What a handsome boy Max is--did you name him Max before he emerged as leader--or after? Well named either way.
What a pretty kitty Max is. I'm glad he has a good home with you.
I'm so glad you updated on the babies! I've been checking now and then to see new pictures.
We are now the new family of another orphan. I was walking on my favorite park walking trail in our town and had stopped to take a phone call break. There was this incessant hollering, just going on and on. I figured it was a cat trapped in someone's carport(they back up to a section of the heavily wooded trail). Finally it dawned on me that it was a desperate kitten cry so I started calling. It got louder and louder and finally, after traipsing through poison ivy and briars, we found each other. There were no others to be found and it was apparent he'd been without mom for most of the day. A friend in that neighborhood saw a dead orange tabby later that afternoon so I'm pretty sure that was his mom. We named him Tibert to go with our other orphan, Tallulah.
Molly
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