Cattails.
Tag: Photos
Not the Red Barn
This one is far more spacious and majestic than mine was. Oh, yes, and much less packed.
Wobbly rail run
The volunteer-run Belfast & Moosehead Lake Railroad can be an adventurous ride. Here are its tracks in Thorndyke, Maine, as seen from a passenger car door.
On Eggemoggin Reach
just passed an old sardine carrier
turned private yacht
Local traffic
sardines as a reminder of where I’ve settled
when the Louis R. French was based out of Lubec
and owned by American Can in Eastport
she had an engine and no masts
faring something like this
Whitneyville school
When pirates invade
The weekend after Labor Day is observed around here as the Pirate Festival. It’s even a prelude to Halloween.
In more than one swirl
I’m turned about so much
we don’t connect to the guidebook
in my hand
across from Brooklin
on Blue Hill peninsula
wooden boat school renown
and the magazine
I’m so turned around
the overnight air was humid
we thought the early morning sun
was the moon
we could look at straight
like the nearly full moon
Castine green dream
With the ocean in view, this lawn appears impeccable.
Sometimes this recalls a recurring and troubling dream
The dream itself isn’t so uncommon, or so I’m told.
In my case, it involves trying to go somewhere or finish a project, as in meeting a deadline, except that interruptions and complications keep popping up.
Quite simply, like Zeno’s Paradox in philosophy, the finish line becomes more and more elusive and then impossible to cross. You can never get all the way there.
So that’s how I sometimes feel looking all that remains to be done on this old-house project, even before I confess to myself that I don’t even know about many of the other items on the list.
List? Where is it? Which one?
Silver sea
As you see, our waters aren’t always deep blue.
Jnana's Red Barn 