Wildflowers in a roadside cut

I can’t decide which photo I prefer.

Twin fawns

We watch them grow up from visit to visit to our yard.

Another quirky seasonal creation in our house. Martha Stewart, move over.

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”

Their version of a drive-in restaurant, we suppose. There were others overhead, all ordering fresh alewives migrating upstream from the ocean.

We had to walk gingerly around it before it left, in a huff.

You can walk there only at low tide.

No traffic inside the Cobscook Shores public preserve.

Every night, the canopy is spread
every morning, stowed away

how he manages a wood cookstove
eludes me
the galley’s tight and must be a hot space
on a hot or humid day
regardless, he starts at 3 a.m.

and there’s coffee by 6:30 all the same

blueberry pancakes, slice of melon
cod chowder, a biscuit
roasted chicken drumstick, asparagus,
a risotto, Boston cream cake

lunch an excellent beef stew
and a great, crunchy sourdough bread

feeling like I’ve been here forever
in a good way
knowing it’s rarely this perfect

“no matter how much I eat
I keep losing weight on this ship”
sez male crew member

the cook’s apron
a variation on his overalls

the cook never learned wood-stove cookery
in culinary school
‘cuz he never attended one

in lighting a cook fire
the secret’s you have to stack
the firewood in tight

the galley’s quite crowded

the French burns four cords in a season in summer

Zen temple abbot and head cook
two most important personages

the cook also helps with the crew
mans an oar
hauls line, as needed

One looking regal.

And three in one shot. Including the one in the first shot, as it sits in the upper left corner of the second.