2017 Around  Boothbay Harbor Calendar:
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Around Boothbay Harbor 2017 Calendar

A full-color 2017 calendar featuring 12 unique images “Around Boothbay Harbor” by Robert Mitchell.

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featuring photographs by Robert Mitchell

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A set of eight winter images “Around Boothbay Harbor” by Robert Mitchell.

Individual notecard sets (8 cards and envelopes) are $14.95 each plus $4.50 packing and shipping.


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Southport, Maine 04576
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Mitchell Photography Blog


Every year, when the temperatures are consistently above freezing, we drag our house plants out to what used to be the dog's fenced in playground. Since we no longer have dogs, this is a safe move. When Rooby and Buddy were still part of the family, anything that was the least bit obstructive to their freedom was in peril. They were nice dogs, don't get me wrong, but severely destructive. Rooby, our Jack Russell, could fly through the dog door en route to squirrel patrol under an aging birch with the agility of a seasoned pole vaulter, barely touching the ground before roaring half way up the tree, snapping at an unsuspecting red squirrel. She was a fearless hunter. Buddy, our Golden, on the other hand, would merely crash into the door until it opened, disregarding the dog door altogether. They got along well.


Jenny Joseph and I met through the mail in 1990. Her poem, “Warning,” was read by Ann Richards (then governor of Texas) on TV program “Sunday Morning.” I loved the poem and wrote to Jenny. We became friends. “Warning” was written in 1961.

Jenny proposed a book idea and came here to Maine to visit and write. She selected photos for our book, “Beached Boats,” from her visit and my two trips to her home in Minchinhampton, Gloucestershire, a village in the Cotswolds region of the United Kingdom.

The moon

This is the big moon that everyone has been talking about. I mean, its a smaller version of the BIG MOON because its not big yet. The image was made a few days before the much anticipated “Super Moon.” I got impatient.

I was grappling with an armload of firewood at what seemed like 10 o'clock, after the time change, which really messes me up. It takes me a good month to adjust to the earlier darkness that happens when some genius makes us move our clocks back.


I hope folks won't think me too weird for this week's adventure in paradise. My weird has been well documented over these past some 40 years of life here on the peninsula. I would call myself, moderately weird.

You can ask Merritt Grover at Grover's Hardware. But, then, on second thought, be careful what you ask Merritt — proceed with caution


Rinker in NOLA

Rinker Buck, local firewood cutter, entrepreneur and author, reached his destination in New Orleans after a three month journey aboard flatboat, Patience.

Rinker started from Elizabeth, Pennsylvania, 15 miles upstream of Pittsburgh in early July on the Monongahela River. He, flatboat Patience and crew, set out to retrace the river trip to the Mississippi with final destination New Orleans. Historically, river commerce was a way of life presenting the adventuresome an opportunity to sell and barter goods while passing river towns along the way.


Our world is so well documented these days. The internet has revealed so much. Images are everywhere.

Mobile devices record with incredible resolution. New cameras, which do more every day, all but make photos without us. We see so much all the time on our computers, phones and TVs. So much to sort out, so much information.


Jimmy Waugh is Maeve O'Connell's grandfather — he is 90 and lives in Reno, Nevada, now. He used some of my photos in his publication “Regionaire” long ago. This was in the pre-Maeve era. At that time there were three Jim printers — Jimmy Waugh, Jimmy Hanna and Jim Behringer. I've had printing done by all the Jims.

But Maeve is not a printer. She is more of an imprinter I'd say. Maeve, despite her limitations, has managed to leave an indelible mark here in the region and beyond.


Chip Griffin plays lead guitar when it comes to the history of Damariscove. He has spoken, written, and dreamed about the island for years. It may be fair to guess that he is somewhat of a reincarnated inhabitant of a life once lived there. It's difficult to consider so much knowledge coming from pure research.

But, as my father used to say, “Hard to imagine frozen toes until you've had some.” So, I'd like to suggest, then, that there is nothing quite like floating into Damariscove harbor and walking the island.


Matthew Forgues of Boothbay has walked further and faster than any person I know!

Since the age of seven, Matt has trained and competed in state, national and international race walking competitions.


If someone were to ask me (heaven forbid) to build a boat in an unusual place, I'd contact Herb and Doris Smith. They've built a pretty good batch of boats and given them serious workouts, even sailing around the world, more than once!

The last time I visited Herb with a boat under construction was on a dairy farm in Albion, Maine. The barn where the boat was being built was very filled up with parts and pieces. Herb seemed very small alongside what was to become the sailing vessel, Eastwind, which we now often see cruising the waters around Boothbay Harbor and the outer islands.