Silver sea

As you see, our waters aren’t always deep blue.

Roadside dock

Some folks use the striking weed in cooking.

we’ve seen so many seals
harbor seals, more than gray

dozens of sunning seals
today I’m beginning to spot them unprompted
against the rocks
a lazy pace
or is that leisurely

nearly full moon
through a scrim

a bald eagle in flight
and a seal swimming
the next morning

a porpoise
after passing seals

weigh, haul away
where did those porpoises go?

an osprey flew over the water
before breakfast

this could be addictive

This cluster of small islands in Fundy Bay at the tip of Campobello includes a light house that’s become invisible in this photo.

the powerful image of tree roots in a rock fissure

one I hold from Little Miami River trails in Greene County, Ohio

repeated once again along the Isinglass, in New Hampshire, just below the landfill a half-century later

the memory, all the same

Maine Coastal Heritage Trust

Just up the coast from us, what I’m told is a Canadian research vessel.

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

Along the Machias River, Whitneyville, Maine.

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