Vassalboro, Maine
Tag: Autumn
From an Airbnb we rented
first blush of autumn foliage
talk of colleagues with advancing cancer
muted morning
heavy dew of September
against a wood fire
packing up, what’s left
behind that’s ours?
Cattails in the air
Classically, this emblem of autumn is here. I remember the first time I saw these in the Midwest, however esoterically at the time of my preadolescence.
First blush
Belmont, Maine
Smoke with kitchen sunlight
An epitaph springing from a recent news event
DIED
WHILE CARVING
PUMPKINS
AT SEA
Here’s how they’re grown
Cranberries are often grown in enclosures like this, which are then flooded. The berries then float for harvest.
One bed stands above the other.
This is Mingo’s in Calais, not the only one in eastern Maine.
‘There were no yachts!’
That’s what many of the autumn cruise ship passengers have noted on their arrival at the Breakwater here in Eastport. As they were told, that’s because ours is a real working fishermen’s harbor. Even in the height of summer, there are few pleasure boats.
The visitors have been largely charmed by the unspoiled nature of this place, especially in contrast to Bar Harbor, Camden, Portland, or Boston, and to the welcome they’ve received.
It did keep a festive spirit alive before winter kicks in.
Community life around here has definitely hunkered down now, at least until the scalloping season kicks in.
Western sunset
Yeah, all sunsets are in the west, but this looks like something out of a cowboy movie finale. Even if it’s in Downeast Maine.
Window in the woods
The bark siding really captures my imagination.
