Along Maine Route 9, the “Airline Highway,” Washington County.
Tag: Downeast
Not every dawn here is spectacular
Some are much cloudier than this.
Looking at all of the artistry around here
I suspect that for artists the biggest point of painting and drawing anything in this locale becomes an exercise in observing the amazing natural phenomena.
That, too, becomes the reason for many others to purchase the resulting efforts and take them home as something much more than a souvenir.
When we’re havin’ a heat wave
When the temperatures around here start inching into the 60s, the locals complain of a heat wave. Seriously.
Well, maybe complain is too negative, but they are vocal.
Convertibles will have been cruising around with their tops down for some time, at least when it’s not raining. Or maybe not.
I even saw some tables on the Old Sow restaurant’s outdoor deck blithely occupied at night when the temps sat in the lower 40s.
I won’t even mention the guys who go around all winter in shorts.
This definitely ain’t California, Texas, or ‘specially Florida.
How does seasonal change kick in where you are?
Mixed precipitation on the kitchen sink window
And then:
Another promising start
Sea smoke
When the air temps drop to near zero Fahrenheit or below around here, these sprites start dancing atop the ocean.
Our fishing boats are louder than you’d think
As his Canadian colleagues keep asking Eastport’s leading skipper, “When are you getting a muffler?” Meaning on his boat, the Ocean Obsession.
From our house, they often sound like propeller airplanes. Without looking, I can tell when the fishing fleet is venturing out, often before sunrise these days.
On the other hand, we rarely hear sirens, highway traffic, or aircraft.
Our Coast Guard icebreaker
When the icebreaker Thunder Bay visited Eastport last summer, I wondered why the Northeast would need one. And then I learned about the Penobscot and Kennebec rivers this time of year, as well as the mighty Hudson. Yes, they ice up even in the navigable tidal stretches.
Here’s how the Penobscot Narrows look from the observatory atop the Fort Knox bridge:
I thought he was a prince
At the U.S. Coast Guard station. So much for Shakespeare.
Jnana's Red Barn 