Chris Miller

@goramtor.bsky.social

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Cabin dwelling writer deep in the Maine Woods. Walker of quiet places. Teacher: Social Studies & Environmental Ed, kayaking, Dungeons & Dragons, and avid snacker.

Timothy found D&D with character stats. Hurling garbage and making friends as skills.
A ice cold bottle if MGD about to be drank on a boulder in the middle of a stream. Ckear water and rocks in the stream bed with green of trees and moss filling background.
Trickling stream,mostly bolders at this point of summer. Framed on each bank by hard and softwoods,with setting sun turning greens yellow. Wind is blowing through the canopy and moss rules the woods.
A slow moving stream reflecting trees and moss. The water level is low and large rocks are above water. Sitting on a gravel bar across the stream is Gracie the calico cat.
My feet propped on metal grating of the firepit. Stanley the Grey tom cat with whit mittens is licking my heel. I was scrolling on my phone and thought a bug was on my foot, nope.
Panning shot from sun sinking beyond forest canopy to downstream. Direct light beams enhance red hues in the stream. Moss covered bolders strewn in the stream.
A calico cat is eating swamp grass on a moss covered stream bank. The steam is reflecing sunlight,greens turn yellow from the sun.
A panning shot downstream to upsteam. The sun is getting low through the trees,it shines to the rocky stream bottom. Moss,hard and soft woods line the banks,greens highlighted in evening sun.
Gracie: The Forest Chonk a calico cat is laying on a deck under my legs and fire pit. Grid and leg shadows are around her.
I'm sitting in a stream belly button deep, the camera is at water level. The stream runs at the camera, moss covered banks on either side, and giant rock are in the stream.
Deadwater on Penobscot River a few miles west of Katahdin. Loons calling at sunset.
A large yellow Fly Agaric mushroom sprouting from moss.
Why I Wake Early by Mary Oliver Hello, sun in my face. Hello, you who make the morning and spread it over the fields and into the faces of the tulips and the nodding morning glories, and into the windows of, even, the miserable and crotchety– best preacher that ever was, dear star, that just happens to be where you are in the universe to keep us from ever-darkness, to ease us with warm touching, to hold us in the great hands of light– good morning, good morning, good morning. Watch, now, how I start the day in happiness, in kindness.
Me, enjoying morning sun in my broken brook chair. I've got on my favorite Greatful Dead tee-shirt. Moss,trees,and running water all around. Hapoy Solstice!
A moose enjoying a snack in wetlands, Little Spencer mountain in the background.
Green Old Town kayak sitting on mirror image of blue sky and clouds.
Gracie aka Forest Chonk following to the stream. Moss coverered rocks and trees along the ground. A lush green of forest the backdrop.
A green kayak peacefully bobbing on Sebec lake.
A Grey tom cat with white mitten feet laying on a blue/green blanket. He is in the middle of the bed....waiting for my daughter.
Screenshot of a weather forecast with rain-snow as precipitation
Gracue the calico kitty walking towards me. The cedar log cabin and sunroom off the sude,both grooves civered in green metal. The sun is setting through tall evergreens.
Sunlight shining to the bottom of the stream and enhancing shades of green of moss,ferns,and evergreens.
A yellow/white LOTR coffee mug sitting on a weathered dock post. The lake stretches beyond the dock. Yellow pollen tints the water.
Morning sunlight shining through the forest after heavy rain last night. The moss and trees are lush,green, and the normally lazy stream is a torrent.
A brown bat still sleeping.
Overgrown grass sprinkled with wildflowers edged to the forest. Just a touch of white to the middle left of the picture gives away the calico cat.
A brown bat getting comfortable to sleep between the window and outside screen. It crawls around and stops upside-down to sleep for the day.
Gracie aka Forest Chonk the calico cat laying on my moss civered front door mat. Belly up enjoying the summer heat..but her belly is bald and pink...and chonky. Hahaha
"Not my cat Stanley" inside with my daughter.
A dark fishing spider on a blue sleeping bag a few inches from the window latch.
A tabby cat looking through a screen door into the cabin. He visits sometimes and gets snacks and ear scratches.
Sebec lake in a storm lullaby reflecting clouds on calm water. The 100 mile wilderness of the AT is across the lake. Barren and Borestone mountains are shrouded in clouds. Just gentle water lapping and birdsong.
The novel "Braiding Sweetgrass", dimly lit cutting board with meat and cheese, an oil lamp and old man if the forest candle burning on top of a woodstove. The outlines of cedar logs and a pack basket.
A frosted mug filled with Lager sits on a deck rail. The Maine woods in the background is a lush green from a day of rain.
Chili cheese dogs with mustard on an old green metal camping plate and BBQ chips. Blueberry iced tea in an Empire StrikesBack glass. The cabin logs behind it and an old white coffee maker to the side.
A apple pie in a box and a brownie sitting on a stove top. The brownie is about to be eaten.
Corned beef hash,two dipped eggs(over easy if you prefer), and toast served on an old green metal camping plate. It is being eaten on a bolder in the middle of a stream and I am looking upstream at moss covered rocks and sream bank. Rocks make the stream bottom from pebble size to small boulders.
Two opened biscuits with butter and strawberry jam,coffee in LOTR mug, old white coffee maker with one cup left in the flask, mug rack above which hangs from a wood shelf. The wall of the cabin made from cedar logs in the background.
Picture if Trump with smaller picture of spurs. Text says,"Trump diverts all science funding into locating smurfs." Made by the Onion
Gracie the calico forest chonk nested in sleeping bags. She spent half an hour outside and ready to nap the day away in the cabin.
Sign at the Thoreau cabin site, Walden Pond. Pride Picks Get App My Books Browse ▾ Community ▾ Join Goodreads and meet your next favorite book! Sign Up Now I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. Henry David Thoreau
Gracie the calico stunned into silence by a grey and white tom cat peering through the sliding glass door.
New growth birch leaves and a view into the woods,a speck of white behind a rock.
Coffee in a LOTR mug,silhouettes of Gandalf with a hobbit behind him. View is from my sunroom looking into main cabin. Gracie the calici kitty sits in the cabin, disgruntled by the cold temp,she refuses to go outside this morning. The unit woodstove at the far end of the cabin. On the wall above the stove are my hunting & fishing vests, and ice fishing pack basket.
Frost advisory across central Maine and a freeze warning for northern Maine.
A calico kitty looking at the stream. She's waiting for me to stop taking pictures.
A calico kitty clearly irritated about jumping rock to rock across running water. She decided against it and went the bank to roll on moss.
A sream running through a boreal forest. The irch and maples finally have leaves,evergreens still dark green, miss with light green new growth throughout the wood,along rocks, and bright rays of sun hit new leaf growth across tree tops as sun settles into set.
A rotund calico cat on her back on a old futon and Playstation controller. kneading air bread. Sliding glass doors to a deck with firepit,white patio chairs, and woods beyond.
Screenshot of weather for western Maine. Rain and possible snow in the higher elevations.