This is how the rising moon looked from across our street last night. The reflection is in the bay between us and Campobello Island in New Brunswick, Canada. Some of those lights on the island are moving traffic.
Category: Postcards
Mount Jefferson
In New Hampshire’s White Mountains Presidential Range as seen from the Vermont state line.
It’s called a dolphin
Our waterfront contains two sets of steel pilings each capped by a concrete structure that sits apart from the pier and above the water line.
In Eastport’s case, these are mooring dolphins, where lines from a ship exceeding the Breakwater’s 400-foot dock length can be attached to help secure the vessel in port.
Here’s one in action.
The line’s slack now but won’t be when the tide rises more.
Sloop at the pier
The Prinses Mia had been sailed across the Atlantic by one man.
Highway humor
As seen on your side of U.S. 1 heading north in Edmunds Township. It always makes us smile.
Or on the other side of the road when you’re heading south.
Schooner style
Roseway in port
Lobster boats unload here … and around the corner
Only a block from our house.
Little cascade
Fog rolling in
San Francisco has no monopoly. We are, after all, the City in the Bay.
Swimming hole
I’ll let others swing out on that rope.
As it says on the bridge.
You can even just sit in one of the little basins in the fish ladder and let the water rush over you.
Jnana's Red Barn 