I really do love the deep blue of the North Atlantic on a morning like this.
Category: Postcards
It pays to look down, too
Deep moss beside a trail included this patch. Somehow, I find it rather striking.
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Fallen eagle
Chanced upon in a culvert in Edmunds Township. Those feathers, by the way, are both protected by federal law and valued in Native American culture.
Deer Island Lighthouse
Across the Western Passage of Passamaquoddy Bay from Eastport, Maine, this small beacon flashes red at night. It’s also a warning of proximity to the Old Sow, the biggest whirlpool in the Western Hemisphere, and mostly on the Canadian side of the channel, as you can see here in one of its calmer phases.
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Moody moon
Playing around with the night setting on my Galaxy cell phone has produced some surprises, beginning with the aurora borealis.
Here is a full moon that looks like a sun in the breaking storm clouds. Zoom in and you’ll see that the moon’s round. Cameras see a moon as being much smaller than our eyes do.
Any photo that shows otherwise has been manipulated. Care to discuss?
A quickly passing glow
Time the view right and you may see Campobello Island, New Brunswick, turn buttery in the late afternoon sun. As an added touch, a few house windows suddenly burst into bright reflections. Here they’re simply vivid white boxes.
Looking for the lighthouse
Many of the lighthouses on our end of the Maine coast are hard to see, if at all, from the land. The Libby Island Light is a good case, glimpsed here from Bucks Harbor.
Should the opportunity to do a lighthouse cruise come along, I’m definitely game.
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He’s rather cocky
He doesn’t know who’s the true boss. That would be the Chicken Farmer in our family, and, yes, I still love her. She really does tend to some gorgeous chickens and their colorful eggs.
An air of a ghost town
Much of Way Downeast Maine stirs up echoes of the American Far West, at least in the eyes of some, and that includes impressions of ghost towns.
The downtown of Lubec has some prime examples, including this imposing waterfront emporium that was the headquarters for R.J. Peacock company’s wide-ranging sardine operations.
I think the structure has a slight resemblance to the long-gone steamship wharf that once welcomed passengers just below our house in Eastport. This one is still standing.
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Sidewalk bursts
Just a block from our house. We do love walking strolling around the island.
Jnana's Red Barn 