Compared to where I’m living, this is Bright Lights, Big City.
It was seen from the historic schooner Louis R. French before we set sail the next morning late last summer.
Tag: Nature
When snowpack starts melting
Streams take off.
Holding up over time
The legs of the former American Can Company factory on the Eastport waterfront are revealed at low tide if you’re out on the water. To see what’s behind them, go to my photo album, Can Factory Caverns, at Thistle Finch editions.
Kinisi 252
the snake
within the gull
Castine peek
A gap between two islands presents a quick glimpse at the town of Castine beyond. A landscape explored from the water connects places in a much different sense than you get from land.
That’s one of the lessons I savored aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French last summer.
Remember, so much of Maine is water.
When the sky’s ablaze in wonder
I was looking at one of our typically outrageous dawns or maybe it was a sunset and realized it was as amazing as an aroura borealis.
Crow footprints in snow and ice
Now I’m wondering about the gulls.
As I’ve been saying about the tides?
Welcome to where I now live, more or less.
Beardsley Cove, Eastport, Maine.
Cormorants on a stony tongue
Unlike most other waterfowl, they need to dry their wings. This was near Stonington, Maine, as seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French last summer.
Another banner sunset
Our dawns aren’t the only big sky display that can be naturally dramatic around here. We do get what some folks call weather.
Jnana's Red Barn 