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.
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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.
Shetlands in Maine
It’s a striking breed, seldom seen outside Scotland.
Here’s a small flock in neighboring Robbinston.
I really do think the ram in front should have a cartoon quip balloon attached. Any idea what he’d say?
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.
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.
Sticks in local traffic
Winter is when lumber is cut in the forests. The ground is frozen solid and there are no bugs in the air. Load up the trucks, then, and head off to the nearest sawmill.
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 