Classically, this emblem of autumn is here. I remember the first time I saw these in the Midwest, however esoterically at the time of my preadolescence.
Tag: Nature
First blush
Belmont, Maine
Dale’s heavenly nap
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.
Booming breakers
As you see in York, Maine, the open Atlantic can get wild.
A classic autumn stroke
Cattails.
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
Silver sea
As you see, our waters aren’t always deep blue.
Roadside dock
Some folks use the striking weed in cooking.
Nature notes on Penobscot Bay
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
