ashore in the morning
Astara and I hiked rocky shoreline
to the lighthouse
four or five intact lobster buoys tempted me
don’t find that at home
Tag: Happy
‘This is not New York’
was so surprised
in rush between breakfast
and boarding the Peapod for shore trip
to find in my pillbox this wasn’t Tuesday but Wednesday
when did I lose a day?
On Isle au Haut pier
I salute the shopkeeper for thanking
Justice Roberts for Obamacare
and explaining to him
why it was so important to her
to us
Isle au Haut
for a dark night
awash in too much nothingness
to be Zen
we’re all so happy to be at sea
the 14 of us plus crew
on a gorgeous day
despite our ages
or a slight chill
stand by
drop the hook
At the end of another fine day
I had a good day of photography
a wonderful day overall
How gentle the water surface
a few moments of approaching mal de mer, but no problems
we were lucky, having seven rain-free days,
only some heavy fog in the night and morning
why did the chicken cross the road?
because he didn’t cook it
As a preview of tonight’s aerial show
Here are “four for the Fourth,” a sampling from last year’s pyrotechnics display. The photos were taken from maybe 200 feet away from the firing line on the Fish Pier. It’s always a fine festive event along the waterfront.
Have a happy and safe Fourth of July.
Beach trash art
Lubec blue-collar artist Chuck Kniffen created Rosebud, above, and Unicorn, below, from debris found along the shoreline.
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Dropping anchor for the night
As usual, there were kerosene lanterns, which I didn’t attempt to photograph.
And this time, phosphorescence in the water itself. Ditto.
But, as I noted:
unseen, the moon grows more luminus
in night shrinking from day
A schooner is not a sloop, pay attention
A sloop has only one mast, for starters.
There’s a whole new vocabulary to learn.
It’s a way of looking through the eyes of others.
Those things on the ropes, er, lines are called baggy wrinkles. They protect the lines and sheets, i.e. sails, from harmful rubbing. That is, they’re a furry cover for rope sphering.
Deck prism is another term. It’s a small round window. Here’s how it looked from my bunk. Overhead, people were walking on it.
Hatch is the opening between the deck and the hold below. This one connects by a ladder (not stairs) to cabins (aka staterooms).
Another leads to the galley, which includes what others would call a kitchen.
In passing, with time and the wind
the Stephen Tabor carried
64 cords of firewood at a time
back in the day
oh, look, another damn lighthouse
okey dokey
“ready about!”
Preparing to tack
“press it off!”
“well, that’s backwards”
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