The Calais Branch Rail Corridor Rehabilitation and Multi-Use Trail Project Construction of the Down East Sunrise Trail is an interagency effort that will rehabilitate and preserve 85 miles of rail corridor for future rail use as well as provide a wide, compact gravel base, multi-use trail for snowmobilers, ATV-ers, pedestrians, bicyclists, cross country skiers, equestrians and many other outdoor enthusiasts.

As of September 4th, 2009, 30 miles are now open for use from Machias, East to Ayers Junction. The construction phase is now complete. Enjoy the trail and please remember it is multi-use; motorized users must yield to non-motorized and please demonstrate courtesy and ethics to all trail users as well as abutting landowners.

Maine Bureau of Parks and Lands, Down East Sunrise Trail

stream crossed walking on bike trail outside Card’s Crossing, Franklin

birches in the Maine woods

blueberry barrens in fall color

clam or worm diggers’ tracks on the mud flats, Taunton Bay

moonrise, sunset on the beach, Hancock Point

moon in Maine, November 29

shoreline at sunset, Hancock Point

Mount Desert Island from Hancock Point

Late November sunset, Hancock Point

Looking for places to walk in “nature” near my workplace in Bergen County NJ.

Found this: Celery Farm

a genre of Japanese literature consisting of loosely connected personal essays and fragmented ideas that typically respond to the author’s surroundings. The name is derived from two Kanjis meaning “to follow” and “brush”, and thus works of the genre should be considered not as traditionally planned literary pieces but rather as casual or random jottings down of thought by their authors. (wikipedia, zuihitsu)

Example: Hōjōki, An Account of My Hut

Also, The Pillow Book, Sei Shonagon, Makura no soshi

Study: Formless in Form: Kenko, Tsurezuregusa and the Rhetoric of Japanese Fragmentary Prose, by Linda Chance

Wittgenstein’s Ladder, a poem by David Lehman

Not much of a poem. And I have read that LW was not a machine gunner, nor a stretcher carrier in WWI, he operated a search light on a boat (much more apt!). (Ray Monk bio)

But no matter, there’s the epigram:

“My propositions serve as elucidations in the following way:
anyone who understands them eventually recognizes them as
nonsensical, when he has used them — as steps — to climb
up beyond them. (He must, so to speak, throw away the ladder
after he has climbed up it.)” — Ludwig Wittgenstein, Tractatus

Throw away the ladder after you have climbed up it. Is this true for any intellectual effort?

Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent.

L. Wittgenstein, Tractatus Logico-Philosophicus

Echoing in my head.

What are the limits of that whereof one cannot speak?

Can poetry mediate that limit?

I wonder if Wittgenstein intended all these echoes and ripples and layers.

The name of this website cross ripples into this concept. If one cannot be heard, one must speak louder.