As he had told me:
urchins once filled all the shoreline rocks
till the Japanese market opened up
flights from Bangor
fishery now tightly licensed
hoping for recovery
An old-fashioned farm windmill was doing whatever on one island we passed.
Tag: Happy
On Eggemoggin Reach
just passed an old sardine carrier
turned private yacht
Local traffic
sardines as a reminder of where I’ve settled
when the Louis R. French was based out of Lubec
and owned by American Can in Eastport
she had an engine and no masts
faring something like this
In more than one swirl
I’m turned about so much
we don’t connect to the guidebook
in my hand
across from Brooklin
on Blue Hill peninsula
wooden boat school renown
and the magazine
I’m so turned around
the overnight air was humid
we thought the early morning sun
was the moon
we could look at straight
like the nearly full moon
As long as we were on uninhabited Babson Island
Maine Coastal Heritage Trust
It’s an all-you-can-eat lobster bake, that is, boil
It’s what many people expect when they come to Maine, but rarely like this.
the lobster feast, of course
I had two and a hot dog
and a watermelon slice
skipped the kabobs and corn-on-cob
the cream-colored tamale
quite tasty, delightful
the obscene excess of two lobsters
without formalities
just rip and crack
imbibe
memories of Chaz telling of arranging such feasts
who as a biker in Maine
ripped the tails off
and tossed the rest
my, how I still miss him
Going ashore once again
Using what I had previously thought of as life boats was a common practice during the cruise.
Babson Island a wet landing
wearing Converse high tops sans socks
a mistake
lucky I don’t have blisters
a fine-shell beach
unlike any we have to the east
I know of
so here we are going ashore again
this time for lobster
Babson Island, Maine Coastal Heritage Trust
Our white deer and a fawn
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.
So much in the air
this is the great north of my life
including mosquitos
I wouldn’t want to go on a typical
ship cruise
or Navy vessel
the sea’s so blue with a sky to match
in the zodiac, I’m an air sign
Burger loaded
Confession. I rarely eat hamburger. Maybe it’s a vestige of my stretches of being vegetarian or even the tasteless rock-hard patties we had when growing up. If I eat beef, give me a thick medium-rare steak or juicy roast, at least.
But once or twice a year, I’ll definitely go for something like this. Especially while traveling.
Mailboat run to the island
We’ve already met a ferry. Most of Isle au Haut has national park status as part of Acadia. The boat takes foot-travel passengers, too.
A scene along the way.
Jnana's Red Barn 