You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
We were passed by this sailboat. It still looks breathtaking and even scary.
Seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French last summer.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
Here I am at the keyboard while overlooking Lubec Channel from a rented cabin at West Quoddy Station, a former U.S. Coast Guard lifesaving post. We needed to vacate our home for two days during its renovation, and we settled on this, still in sight of Eastport on the water to the north and yet a world away.
As seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French on Penobscot Bay last summer.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
St. Andrews, New Brunswick, is an hour-and-a-half drive from our home, but it does strike us as a Providence, Cape Cod, kind of place in a somewhat more respectable vein. Get away from the tourist strip downtown and you’ll find this at low tide.
The land beyond is Maine, USA.
It’s rather modest, actually, but so classy all the same, befitting the schooner Louis R. French. It was at the top of the ladder from my quarters below.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
The distinctive peppermint-stick tower of the West Quoddy lighthouse is viewed from the tip of Roosevelt-Campobello International Park in New Brunswick, Canada. You’re looking at the easternmost point in the continental United States.
For more lighthouse images, take a look at my Beacons Above the Water photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
This site in Eastport is where several historic child-labor photos were taken. These days it’s a popular place for deer.
Compared to where I’m living, this is Bright Lights, Big City.
It was seen from the historic schooner Louis R. French before we set sail the next morning late last summer.
The legs of the former American Can Company factory on the Eastport waterfront are revealed at low tide if you’re out on the water. To see what’s behind them, go to my photo album, Can Factory Caverns, at Thistle Finch editions.
It’s a striking breed, seldom seen outside Scotland.
Here’s a small flock in neighboring Robbinston.
I really do think the ram in front should have a cartoon quip balloon attached. Any idea what he’d say?
