You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
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.
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.
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
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
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
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
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.
Lubec blue-collar artist Chuck Kniffen created Rosebud, above, and Unicorn, below, from debris found along the shoreline.
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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
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