You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
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.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
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.
As seen from a cruise aboard the historic schooner Louis R. French on Penobscot Bay last summer.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
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.
Our rocky shoreline includes sporadic pocket beaches, too. This one faces tiny Dog Island, shown below.
It’s rather modest, actually, but so classy all the same, befitting the schooner Louis R. French. It was at the top of the ladder from my quarters below.
For more schooner sailing experiences, take a look at my Under Sail photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
Maine’s highest mountain can be impressive even 80 miles away.
The distinctive peppermint-stick tower of the West Quoddy lighthouse is viewed from the tip of Roosevelt-Campobello International Park in New Brunswick, Canada. You’re looking at the easternmost point in the continental United States.
For more lighthouse images, take a look at my Beacons Above the Water photo album at Thistle Finch editions.
Lowbush blueberries are classified a wild crop, but the barrens where they grow do require tending. One practice involves burning the fields every few years to discourage weeds, shrubs, and trees from taking over.
Jnana's Red Barn 