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So I gave in. Like 6 zillion other folks with cameras and phones, out we went in search of the supermoon.
It's funny. The last time I tried to photograph a supermoon was 2011. Remember? The photo where the moon was about half way out of the ocean with a yellowish cast. I took a lot of heat for the part of the moon that didn't make it out of the ocean.
Alfred Huskins lived across the street from “The Pink Cottages” just off Dogfish Head Road, back from Ebenecook Harbor, on Southport. He and I met when I was doing some work for Mary and Liz (Harward and Kiehn) at the cottages. I was also cat-sitting for Mary and Liz at their house over near Decker Cove. My job was to keep their long-haired cat alive and hair ball free. It was a long winter which we both survived.
Mark Stover took me out on his lobster boat around 1980. Memory is not one of my trump cards these days, but it was thereabouts. At that time I think he was fishing in close by and urchining too. (Correct me if I'm wrong, Mark.) I can hear the phone ringing already: “Close, but no cigar.”
Anyway, I wanted to get a photograph for one of our early postcard runs. I thought it might be neat, and a real tourist fave, to have a local fisherman measuring up a lobster in full gear in front of a lighthouse. All the elements.
Just when we'd had a full week of fog and heat and rain and humidity, we got Saturday! What a gorgeous day.
Low humidity, cooler temperatures, nice breezes for the boating crowd — a welcomed change. The harbor was busy on the water and in the streets. People everywhere seemed to be pleased.
School schedules are driving the bus these days, good weather or not. I photographed a family from Atlanta in July. They started school Aug. 5!
Instead of trying to recall the many adventures of this legendary citizen, I figure it might be better to allow others' stories to expand on their own. I could never get all the facts lined up properly for the many versions of “The Douglas Carter Chronicles.”
So I will share my own story: “My Time with Douglas,” and we'll let the chips fall where they may. Nobody but Douglas and I can verify what I am about to say anyway, so, no harm, no foul.
Ocean Point would be our first stop home from the airport. Mother had never been to Maine — she was claustrophobic and the thought of flying terrified her.
But with the help of my sisters and some pre-flight medications, Mother got her courage up and made the trip. Not easy from central Pennsylvania back in the early USAir days. No direct flights and a lot of shuffling around for a rural Pennsylvania gal who had never flown.
When the alarm went off at 3 a.m. I thought it was a fire call and jumped out of bed and into my Husqvarna, not-up-to-code, pseudo-fireboots and headed for the door, forgetting to put on my pants.
Mostly, the only time I get up at that hour is to go to the bathroom. But in this case, the alarm was set for 3 a.m. to “go lobsterin.”
Sunrise is quite early this time of year, and I wanted to be on the water for it, photographically.
I was down at Hendricks Head Beach one fine Maine day dubbing around with my Hasselblad film camera (I still use film as often as I can) when I noticed a beautiful young girl strolling down the driveway in front of what used to be Ruth Gardner's house, heading my way.
She had a brown chicken under one arm and a white chicken under the other. I was mesmerized (I think that's what I was). Anyway, I couldn't believe my eyes. The little girl, then maybe 10 years old, walked over to the seawall and launched the chickens out toward me and the ocean.