
There had been five when I reached for my camera.
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There had been five when I reached for my camera.
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This is the Louis R. French at its berth in Camden, Maine. Cruises begin the night before departure as passengers arrive to settle in for their first night aboard.
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With the Camden Hills as a backdrop, a late afternoon fog rolls in over Maine’s Penobscot Bay.
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A state ferry conveys autos and passengers along the Fox Islands Thoroughfare as it links North Haven Island and the mainland on one of three daily runs. This shot was taken aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French last summer.
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We were passed by this sailboat. It still looks breathtaking and even scary.
Seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French last summer.
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Here I am at the keyboard while overlooking Lubec Channel from a rented cabin at West Quoddy Station, a former U.S. Coast Guard lifesaving post. We needed to vacate our home for two days during its renovation, and we settled on this, still in sight of Eastport on the water to the north and yet a world away.
Lighthouses do stir the hearts of many coastal residents and tourists, though foghorns have long provided at least as much foul weather warning for seafarers along the coasts. These horns do get overlooked, though.
Do note:

As seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French on Penobscot Bay last summer.
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I just missed a shot of two eagles. A week later, with the water higher, I watched two harbor seals at play. Cobscook Bay is less than a mile downstream.

St. Andrews, New Brunswick, is an hour-and-a-half drive from our home, but it does strike us as a Providence, Cape Cod, kind of place in a somewhat more respectable vein. Get away from the tourist strip downtown and you’ll find this at low tide.
The land beyond is Maine, USA.