Angel’s Share Studio

This is a poem that I submitted and received a second place with in the regional poetry contest sponsored by the Queen Annes County Maryland Arts Council.  The contest was open to residents of Cecil, Kent, Caroline, Queen Annes and Talbot counties - the upper Eastern Shore Counties of Maryland.  (Next week I will post the second poem that I had submitted that received an honorable mention.

   Snow Angels
by H.E. McIntyre 12/05/07

I went to count the birds
The smell of snow was on the air
A damp cold breeze
Chilled my inner core
The clouds restrained
A weakened  winter sun -
A muted moon by day.

At first I did not notice
One, then two then three
Droplets on my viewing scope
And then a thousand more
A major blizzard raged
Within that compressed scene.

The swan that left the Tundra ice
Now greeted falling snow
Welcomed a winter westerly
Comfort from their winter home
Sentinels arose on wide spread wings
To embrace a well-known friend.

Two eagles in a courting dance
Overflew a sea of white
There by choice not chance
They, engaged in nuptial flight,
Gained purchase on the frontal breeze
Soared above snow covered trees.

I gazed in wonder up into the sky
And asked not the reason why
I just enjoyed the smell, the taste
This was no time to wonder, to waste
I lay down softly on the ground
Waved my legs and arms around.

I chuckle as I think on that blustery day
What some stranger might have to say
Of all those angels impressed in snow
Where did they come from and where did they go
Were swan just angels in feathered form
Revealing themselves in winter’s storm?

Have a nice week.  HEM

Welcome back to the on going log of what I hope to be many paddles this season.  Today’s paddle, a two hour paddle, up and down Morgan Creek from the Riley’s Mill put-over at the public ramp by the same name.

Riley’s Mill public landing is located just a few miles north of Chestertown, Maryland on route 213.  The ramp is at the end of the road by the same name.  The put-over is hard to soft bottom - good only for kayaks, canoes and very small trailered boats. 

The creek meanders north (to the left) up toward route 213 and south about three plus miles to the Chester River. 

Today I chose to paddle north first just to see how many obstacles arose over the winter months.  I took a leisurely paddle (probably 2.5-3 mi per hour.)

Right at the start I jumped five woodducks.  They were about two hundred feet ahead but their distinct flight and the female sqweal gave them away.  I continually saw these five and several more as I paddled.  In addition there were black and Mallards.  An eagle, a  third to fourth year juvenile crossed my path several times as did blue herons and one green heron.  I did not encounter any marsh rats during this paddle.

About fifteen minutes into the paddle I saw a flock of about ten resident Canada geese (not so remarkable - but…) at the edge of the flock stood a very large whitetail deer.  It, possibly an anterless buck, stood frozen staring at me hoping he was invisible.  I had stopped paddling and allowed the  tide to carry me silently for the next few minutes.

The usual bird calls for that area and early spring sounded through the wooded area and the marsh grasses throughout the paddle - red-winged black birds,  red bellied woodpeckers,  northern flickers,  mourning doves, Carolina wrens, robins, chick a dees were all heard at one point or another.

Two frogs, southern lepard, kept a conversation going for quite a while.

About twenty minutes into the paddle you come to a not too distinctive ‘Y’ in the creek.  The arm to the left is drainage from Urieville Lake located on route 213 north of Riley’s Mill Road.  The right fork on a very high tide will carry you on for another twenty minutes to culverts under Perkins Hill Road.  Unfortunately on  low water you can only paddle about two hundred yards when you come to a very large tree lying across creek (it can be ‘jumped’ at a very high tide.  I have on an especially high tide gone under Perkins Hill Road and paddled thirty yards beyond where you come to a dammed pond.

The Urieville Lake arm (the one to the left) carries you a short distance where it is choked out by water  iris and other plants and downed trees. 

I turned around and slowly meandered down the creek again passing the put-over just to get roughly two hours of paddling in.   This area is great for very large channel catfish.  During the spring perch and large rock fish can be found there as well.

The paddle from the put-over south (to the right) is a great paddle leading to the Chester River (the point of entrance mentioned in my last entry.)  I have paddled this leg many times - two years as on-water support for the local ‘Paddle for Sight’ fund raiser for the Chestertown Lion’s Club.  (Unfortunately the event did not survive the first two years.) 

The paddle down and back is about three-four hours depending on the tide and your paddling skills.

This is but another beautiful area accessed by the many public ramps in Kent, County Maryland.   See you next time.  HEM

Hello, members or friends of classmates of the February and June graduating classes of Patterson Park High School in Baltimore, Maryland.

I am Howard McIntyre, President of the June ‘55 graduating class.  This page of my blog hopefully will bring you up to speed on happenings of the two classes of 1955 (and others as they come my way.)

I am very proud of the reunion committee of some twenty plus strong who have done a great job over the past several years in planning and carrying out plans for what has become an annual reunion.  We have a reunion coming up in October, 2008 - I will add all of the information in a later writing.

The original officers, myself, President;  Mary Lou Johns Kelso, Vice President; Sally  Tsakiris Kootsikas, Secretary; and JoAnn Ostendorf Packer, Treasurer are all active with the committee and have provided leadership on behalf of the class for over fifty years now.

 Abe Granek, our incredible class advisor,  served actively with the committee until his death three years ago.

Please contact me if you are in receipt of this blog.  As hard as the committee members and I try we continue to be unable to find several of our fellow graduates.  Any help with locating members of the class would be greatly appreciated.

I will be posting all information regarding our up-coming reunion in the next month.

In addition to my photography, poetry and my love of the nectar of the gods I am an avid kayaker.  I am an ACA flatwater instructor and former guide.  During the past ten years I have kayaked most of the rivers on the Eastern Shore of Maryland, some of the western shore waterways, Cape Breton Island and numerous other areas.  I have Kayaked from all of the thirty Kent County public ramps and all of Queen Anne’s Counties ramps and those of most of the Eastern Shore Counties.  Having said all of that, I would like to start with April 16 and 17 as the start of my new season.

 Yesterday, April 16, 2008, I paddled a portion of the Chester River - launching at the public ramp at Buckingham, about one mile notheast of Chestertown -and half of Morgan Creek - about a two hour slow rate paddle (I’m getting the muscles back in shape.) 

 Fist, let me say for those of you who have not paddled the Chester River - it is a brown river.  Runoff, muddy bottom in many areas of the river and tannens of tree roots are some of the reasons that it is a  ‘brown’ river.  Do not let this deter you from paddling the Chester.  It has some of the loveliest coves and scenery anywhere on the shore.  the flora and fauna are also a joy to see.

 Yesterday as I stated I put over at Buckingham public landing at 4:00pm and paddled round trip for two hours.  The first thing to greet me was an eagle in the nest just fifty yards north of the landing.  A bassboat with two fisherman were fishing just beyond the put over point.  Halfway between Buckingham and the mouth of Morgan Creek I saw two osprey and over three hundred double crested cormorants - a good indication that the rockfish (stripped bass) are spawning and the perch are running.

This stretch of the river, as is the case in most of the creeks, is best paddled on a rising to high tide.  Even in a kayaka you can get grounded if you don’t know exactly where to go.  And, to me at least, all of the creeks look much better with high water.

Just prior to entering Morgan Creek I encountered several pairs of mallards and one pair of black ducks.  I hadn’t gone far in Morgan Creek before I saw the first of nine muskrats crossing the creek at various points along my way.  I was startled by a pair of woodducks that were as surprised as I.  And just as I had recovered a bald eagle crossed my bow obviously having come from fishing the shoreline.

The redwing blackbirds were busy building nests and trying to attract the females returning from their southern migration with their oak-a-lea calls.  They are brilliant in their mating plummage as are the mallards.

At this point I have passed the blue trestle bridge of Morgneck Road.  Three fisherman are bank fishing and all have caught small perch and mud cats.  In the next mile and a half I encountered three additonal eagles, several great blue heron and most importantly solitude.  I recommend highly Morgan Creek for a pleasant flat water paddle.  It may be accessed at Riley’s Mill Road and landing (off of route 213 about two miles north of Chestertown.)  This landing gives you two choices: up the creek [to the left from the put over] a good winding paddle through marshy surroundings with many flura and fauna surprises along the way.  The second choice is to go down the creek about two and a half miles to the Chester River - a comfortable two to three hour roundtrip paddle.

 Today,  Thursday, April 17,  I put over at the Washington College Boat ramp (I have special permission to launch there.  Sorry, but the closest public ramp is at Buckingham landing the ramp that I mentioned in yesterday’s trip report.)  On a good high tide you can actually launch a kayak or canoe at the foot of highstreet (but don’t get caught on a low tide.)  There is a private ramp at the Chestertown Marina [I’m not sure of the cost for putting over there] just about two hundred yards above the Washington College put over from which I launched.

These launching sites give you multiple opportinities to access the Chester river exploring up and down the river with Kent county on the launching side and Queen Annes County on the opposite side of the river [the Chester River is a boundary between these two counties.]

I paddled south about two hundred yards to the entrance to Radcliff Creek and paddled an equal distance up the creek before deciding to return to the Chester.  Radcliff creek is a beautiful paddle at high tide, very shallow and muddy at low tide.  I decided to do Radcliff another day on a high tide (and possibly a full moon night.)

I returned to the River and paddled south for about a mile passing homes and the Chester River Country Club on the Kent County side.  At his point after about three more very lovely homes there is about a mile of farms and woodlands.  I then crossed the river (about a half mile at that point) to the Queen Anne’s County side.  (Be very careful crossing the Chester and be knowlegable of just where the channel is - it tends to take wide turns at various places up and down the river.  Friday through Sunday large boat traffic can be very heavy.)

I always like doing the northern stretch of the Queen Anne’s County side up to and past the Chester River Bridge.  There are some very beautiful and unusual homes along that stretch.  I paddled about another mile up the river then crossed to just above the Heron Point retirement complex.  Then I returned to the Washing College Boat House ramp (actually floating dock - one of the few places where you have a ‘dry’ entry.)  About two hundred yards north of the  Chester River Bridge is a small gut called locally Horsey Gut.  On a high tide I often put over there from Queen Street by a little wooden bridge.

The stretch from Horsey Gut to the bridge is lined with many old and stately homes.  Just beyond the bridge about two hundred yards is Wide Hall a lovely colonial home with a vast expanse of walled-in grass and garden next to the foot of High Street. You will see a pier like landing with benches.  Next to that is the Customs House now a Washington College property that houses the Archeology Department and an interesting display of artifacts in the basement area of the building.

You next encounter  the Chestertown Marina and Restaurant (formerly The Old Wharf Restaurant) on most days you will the Sulatan - a replica of a revolutionay sailing vessel.  Next to the Marina is a group of Condinium Houses then Wilmer Park, the larger of two parks in Chestertown.  The tree and bench lined park is venue to many activitie held seasonally in Chestertown.  (Native American Pow wow,  Jazz concerts, the second day of the Chestertown Tea Party,  and other activities.)

The ajoing pavillion is owned by Washington College. The floating dock is the termination point of my paddle - but not before waiting for three rowing shells to be launched.  Two of the shells are adult teams from the community (the college works closely with the community in many endeavors) and one single.  I manage to kid with several menbers of each crew whom I know from working out together at the local health and fitness center.  These last two days have been incredible for paddling this early in the season.

Please ask any questions that you may have about paddling over here on the Eastern Shore.  I hope I can be of service or can direct you to someone who can help.  The end of another wonderful paddling day.  HEM

This is a  poem that I wrote for my dear friend Pie Edwards, a long time waterman.  I thought this to be an appropriate time since we celebrated his 90th birthday last week.  Happy Birthday Pie.

Decking, ramps and sagging rails

Bleached wood weathered by wind and rain

Shorings tested by ice remain

I’d known this pier in younger days

With work boats moored in grand arrays.

Skipjacks, bugeyes and rowing skiffs

From Chester’s waters to Calvert’s cliffs

Steamboats plied the upper bay

In a harsh but gentler day

From dawn to dusk boats worked the scene

The wharf back then was crisp and clean.

A dilapidated wooden shack stood there

On those pilings cracked and bare

A common refuge for anyone

From wind and rain or heat of sun

Waterman sat and checkers played

Telling stories as the old pier swayed.

Most times I’d peak through an old knot hole

Overhearing secrets, lies and tall tales told

I’d almost hear a mumble, then a hearty laugh

I think they knew I hid there and did it on my behalf

Ghosts still haunt my aging memory

Of times gone by when I was young and free.

Of ‘Scratch’ and ‘Hip’, ‘Tater’ and ‘Pie’

They all had sworn they’d never told a willful lie

But I remember the stories and yarns they told

My memory was much better then at eight years old

I still see the flying fishes,

Monsters, mermaids and snickered wishes.

I now stand and watch through tear filled eyes

As a dear old friend is razed and dies

Along with open fields and trees

Once a source of childhood memories

Now tract houses and a shopping mall

A monument to progress for us all.

2/26/06

 Pardon if I regress since this is my first real entry into the blogging world.  You know, if you have visited my webpage, angelsharestudio.com, and my entry bio who I am and generally what I am about -  environment/nature, photography, poetry (my new book ‘Sunrise to Sunset (and all that lies between)’ is out in selected stores now but will be formally out in May, 2008.

 I regularly survey migratory waterfowl for the National Fish and Wildlife Department at Eastern Neck National Wildlife Refuge south of Rock Hall, Maryland.  The ducks, geese and swan have now gone to their spring/summer nesting grounds. The osprey and newly arriving eaglets are on scene as are the regular seasonal song birds.  The warblers will be coming through possibly as early as late April and through May.  I’ll keep you posted of any unusual sightings.

Today began as with all days with a visit to ‘Play it Again Sam’ the local coffee shop here in Chestertown, Maryland.  I schmoosed with the regular crowd then went on to the Farmer’s Market held each Saturday Morning until 12 noon.  My usual is a jar of fresh honey and fresh granola made by a local Amish baker. Today kale and fresh eggs were added to my list.

Miss Anna (a Kent County treasure) the proprietor of Scotties Shoe store (the local newspaper outlet and boutique) turned another year today.  I delivered  the card that I had made for her and sang Happy Birthday.  She was thrilled - patrons had been in with cards and presents.  The regulars serenaded her in Mexican sombreros.  My card had a photo of a Gondolier (shot in Venice) and a picture of the David (one of the copies in Florence) and my ‘author’s photo’ taken from my recently released book of poetry.  The message was:  Happy Birthday Miss Anna -  I thought you could use a couple of good men in your life.   Well, off to Annapolis to my accountant for my yearly preparation of my federal ‘tith’  actually I would prefer a ‘tith’ my bracket seems to be somewhat in excess of that.  (Although it probably couldn’t pay for a set of wheels on one of our Humvees in Iraq!)

Have a good and I will be reporting in with hopefully more interesting news.   I hope to journal my tour across the US starting late August, 2008.  The month long odyssey is a means to recharge my muse,  take many images of the sights along the way and possibly do some readings and book signings.  If, and I stress if,  I get a lap-top between now and then and the appropriate access I’ll be reporting frequently during the trip.  Talk to you later.  HEM

 April 18, 2008

The past several days have been perfect weather wise allowing for some wonderful out-of-doors activities.  For me, two kayak outings - see Kayaking category.  I have been working very hard at matting and Framing pictures for the Rock Hall Gallery and my up-coming exhibit the month of June at the PNC Bank located on High Street in Chestertown, MD.

Yesterday I received the advance publications to be sent out by my publisher, ‘American Literary Press’ to prospective vendors.  As you may know from my web page I have books already in local stores in several counties in Maryland.

Tonight Lynne (my wife) and I will sample the oyster fritters at the Blue Heron, here in Chestertown.  I haven’t had them in some time and oysters will go out of season this month.

Tomorrow we will be attending a performance by Tom Paxton at the Mainstay in Rock Hall Maryland.  If you haven’t been to the Mainstay you are missing a treat.  The Mainstay is a small venue setting with great audiences and even greater performers from around the country and the world.  Jazz musicians find the venue particularly fitting to their playing with many of them passing the word to other performers around the country.   

Who would expect to see someone like Tom Paxton, Tony Trischka, Frank Vignola, Joe Ascione, Steve Abshire, John Dalton, Bucky Pizzarelli, Chuck Red,  Joe Byrd, (Charlie Byrd made several appearances), Gene Bereoncini, Bill Alred’s Classic Jazz Band and the list goes on.  Over the past ten years there have been over 500 performances at the mainstay (Lynne and I were privileged to be in attendance to most of them!)

I will be manning the Rock Hall Gallery this Sunday April 20, 2008 from 10:00 am to 5:00 pm - drop in to visit and chat (or even buy one of my books or pictures.)

I am now waiting for the Atlantic Broadband tech to arrive and install a fast cable and wireless hook up for the house - I have lived too long with the slowness of dial-up email etc.

If time allows I hope to get out on the water again today - it is just too beautiful out there to be sitting here inside.  HEM

Hi! I’m Howard E. Mc Intyre, poet, photographer and environmentalist - a lover of nature, a digital image romantic and lover of the written word. This site is dedicated to my poetry and photography. Pictures and Poems of the week will be featured as well as upcoming reading and book signing dates of works produced by H. E. McIntyre - yours truly. My book of poetry Sunrise to Sunset (And All that Lies Between) is now in bookstores and other locations for purchase. My photography and poetry appear regularly at the Rock Hall Gallery in Rock Hall, Maryland.
Being a lover of single malt Scotch whisky I feel obligated to report on my single malt choice of the month, which will be included in my blog.

As you may have noticed, my site is called Angel’s Share Studio. The Angel’s Share, by lore, is name of the vapor that rises from the barrels after the distillation of single malt scotch (nectar of the gods and the life blood of a true Scotsman).

Inaddition I have included reports and comments on my kayak outings and posted the in the ‘kayaking’ category of my blog.  I will keep you posted on new paddles regularly.

As I start on my Odyssey across the country I will keep a daily (as much as possible) journal of my activities along the way.

For Patterson Park High School class of 1955 graduates I will keep you posted on activities associated with the class.  As you know the reunion planning committee and I decided to have anual reunions since our 45th.  All have been a success.