Our tides vary between 15 and 25 feet, depending on the moon cycle, and half of that change occurs in just two hours, halfway between high and low. It still amazes me.
In just six hours, day in and day out
Category: Postcards
Two for Cassia
They’re only a block apart on Middle Street but quite different takes on the witch’s hat tower that her family had in my novel What’s Left.
My current journal and two fountain pens
Jim’s Woody
Where they get the big boats out of the water here
Post Office and old Customs House
Anchoring one end of Eastport’s main street downtown is the Post Office and former Customs House.
Though the Customs role has moved closer to the Breakwater but not so the mail, especially this time of year..
Jessica’s eagle
Boynton at Water Street
Some blue doors you’ll find around here
Tides wait for no one
This three-ring clock made for a really appreciated Christmas gift. Its dials (not digital!) track the phases of the moon as well as the rhythm of the tides, which are truly impressive where I’m now living and change every 6 hours and 13 minutes or so. I can know before setting forth what to expect along the waters, especially if I’m thinking of tide pooling or looking for sea glass.
For their part, moon cycles are supposed to be related to mood swings and creativity and, as I’ve heard, even artificial insemination of cattle, whether the calf is going to be male or female. (I got that from some very scientific farmers, by the way.)
Since the night sky around here is often clouded, I do like not being ignorant of what lunar phase we’re in, even if I might scoff at its significance. It’s kinda like having X-ray vision.
All in all, these revolutions make me feel more connected to my place in the universe. Wherever that is.
Jnana's Red Barn 