
Also known as tamarack and hackmatack around here. It’s a conifer that loses its needles each fall.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Also known as tamarack and hackmatack around here. It’s a conifer that loses its needles each fall.
this lapping water is a nagging unease
so far from a destination
you can address

do I walk as fast as we’re sailing?
a fathom is essentially an arm span
how far the sound carries
that lawnmower
I think we’re heading the wrong direction
with someone new at the helm
how can they see ahead
from way back there?

I’m freezing
ready on the down haul
island hopping
today’s cold
except in the galley


a day centered on shades of gray
trimmed in green and faint blue

slow bell
buoy, white and red
slow bell lazy-like,
lulling slow sea

we’re sailing about 1.3 knots
three times faster than I could swim
without a current
either way

Fall foliage doesn’t always have to be bold and splashy.

For the Passamaquoddy people at their Sipayik Reservation at Pleasant Point. Before the causeway was constructed in the 1930s, the waters of Passamaquoddy Bay mingled powerfully with those of Cobscook Bay here. There are plans to restore that.
Every morning, we had to lift anchor to get on our way. Our schooner relied on a four-person winch, plus a helper to keep the anchor chain orderly for the trip.



They’re not always knockout gorgeous around here. Not that I’m complaining.