Sandy OlsonA couple of weeks ago I spotted a Hobblebush on the side of the Bog Road on the back end of my town.One day on our way back from our regular visits to the bog to see what we could see, I single outstanding shrub in full bloom. Wham. I…Jun 18, 2018Jun 18, 2018
Sandy OlsonI Got Out AliveLately I have been haunted by the ghosts of my immediate family, brother, mother, grandmother mostly. It is not so much their voices as…Jan 19, 20161Jan 19, 20161
Sandy Olson*Mender of Broken Things, the poet said.Born in 1899 to an Irish mother and a carpenter from the Eastern Shore of Maryland. Died in 1987, too many strokes later.Jan 16, 20162Jan 16, 20162
Sandy OlsonSignals UncrossedOne year ago there were 400,000 citizens marching outside the United Nations flying the flag of the sun, while in Maine bumblebees feast…Jan 3, 2016Jan 3, 2016
Sandy OlsonSpring ThawA cave full of piled up black bears wake up hungry and search out maple buds now blown out into blooms still edible.Jan 3, 2016Jan 3, 2016
Sandy OlsonA Culture of NecessityHow eerie time is. How many footsteps have walked and worked here hands never idle until now.Jan 3, 2016Jan 3, 2016
Sandy OlsonI Love My Life — Everyday Thoughts- The BlogI can obsess about what is wrong with the world, or the mistake in my new kitchen that means right now my refrigerator does not open all…Jun 30, 2015Jun 30, 2015
Sandy OlsonThe Long And The Slow Of Change — Everyday Thoughts- The BlogIt seems the inevitability of change does not soften the blows. The mills of Maine have been closing for a very long time. Some few remain…Jun 30, 2015Jun 30, 2015
Sandy OlsonIt’s history is the iconography. — Everyday Thoughts- The BlogI was walking up and down the side of the road trying to find the iconic one,THE Bur Oak. The fact that they were plentiful beside Twenty…Jun 30, 2015Jun 30, 2015
Sandy OlsonTar Sands and ChickadeesCanada continues to rape and pillage its boreal forests and arctic tundra as seen in these most wonderful flyover photographs.Jun 30, 2015Jun 30, 2015