The golden hour of late afternoon sunlight adds to the wonder.

Normally, Eastport’s waterfront would be visible from here.

You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
The golden hour of late afternoon sunlight adds to the wonder.

Normally, Eastport’s waterfront would be visible from here.

ashore in the morning
Astara and I hiked rocky shoreline
to the lighthouse


four or five intact lobster buoys tempted me
don’t find that at home
He’s waiting for the USS Oscar Austin to slacken the heavy line so he can heave the loop into the water as the destroyer prepares for departure during last year’s naval visit to town.

Here’s how it looked earlier in the week with the tide a bit higher. A worker had to haul the thick line up from the water.



Spanish moss drapes many of our forests. Scenes like these often remind me of Neil Welliver’s large, prized paintings and distinctive palette.
was so surprised
in rush between breakfast
and boarding the Peapod for shore trip
to find in my pillbox this wasn’t Tuesday but Wednesday
when did I lose a day?
On Isle au Haut pier

I salute the shopkeeper for thanking
Justice Roberts for Obamacare
and explaining to him
why it was so important to her
to us

Yes, Eastport is a working waterfront. Especially if you like lobster.

As seen from from our neighbor’s across the street in Eastport, Maine.
for a dark night
awash in too much nothingness
to be Zen

we’re all so happy to be at sea
the 14 of us plus crew
on a gorgeous day
despite our ages
or a slight chill
stand by
drop the hook

The white marker on the wings of the bird’s black summer plumage make a striking identity. It’s one of the many waterfowl species I’m being introduced to far from my native Midwest.
They still charm me.


These are at the Cobscook Friends Meetinghouse in Whiting.