
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall

Classically, this emblem of autumn is here. I remember the first time I saw these in the Midwest, however esoterically at the time of my preadolescence.

Belmont, Maine

As he had told me:
urchins once filled all the shoreline rocks
till the Japanese market opened up
flights from Bangor
fishery now tightly licensed
hoping for recovery

An old-fashioned farm windmill was doing whatever on one island we passed.

As you see in York, Maine, the open Atlantic can get wild.


And now, to let it season for a year.

Cattails.

This one is far more spacious and majestic than mine was. Oh, yes, and much less packed.

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.
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