
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall


The delivery of cut, split firewood means I’ll be spending much of my upcoming time stacking it neatly. With luck, this will then season for a year before warming our house.
Alas, stacking it also means feeling my age. And how!

Just walkin’ along and there they were.


Where, for heaven’s sake, would this place be? We don’t have a lot of options in our remote rim of Maine.
And then I was told the restaurant was a late and lamented site a block from my home, now reincarnated as an echo of the grill and bar next door. Only, perchance, a shade better.
Well, as a reaction, I did have an appropriate Greek slang expression I’d found earlier when researching background for my novel What’s Left, not that I’ll quote it here.

Eastport, as you may have gleaned from this blog, can be overrun with deer. They do make gardening a challenge.
The encounters become more lively when mention of an albino deer arises. We’re discovering that Moose Island, where we live, has had a series of white deer, including fawns with the gene.
For the record, they’re probably not albino but leucistic, and as I saw in this case, mostly pink. Defining piebald has its own set of technicalities.
This encounter was on a Sunday morning while I was heading out of town on my way to Quaker Meeting for worship. I passed what I thought was lawn decoration and then realized it wasn’t. When I whipped back, this was the best I could capture before lowering the car’s window, and by then they had slipped behind the house. Wily critters they can be.
The deer in question, by the way, is on the right in the photo.
The Phoenix has a devoted following and some fine views.




Eastport’s tourism buoy is inspired by the Key West landmark in Florida.

Drew Proctor fits the role divinely for the annual Mermaid weekend ArtsWalk festivities.
Eastport is preparing to welcome eight cruise ships for visits after Labor Day. That’s about half as many as last year’s record but could top it in the number of passengers. Four others were slated to visit but had to change plans when Customs could not provide agents to clear passengers and crews into the United States.
So far, I’ve found seven of the expected ships.
The visits have boosted the local retail season for many merchants, especially after the Summer People have retreated to their usual haunts.



Late afternoon, Cony Park, Eastport, Maine, as the fog rolls in.