Back in my earlier years of photography I got to be a guest at many wedding events. The Lawnmeer Inn was a very popular setting and it was, for me, at that time, a regular and enjoyable venue. The Reed family, and I mean the entire family, managed, staffed and maintained the Inn, along with much local support. It was a good gig on weekends throughout the season. A devoted group of regular part timers helped make the ship stay on schedule.Read more
It is always a better day when crossing paths with this pair of lovely young ladies. And there are many paths that cross. These are the Southport goodwill twins. When you see Evelyn you seldom don’t see Jean. They are a great and indefatigable team of pleasantness and their visits, accidental or intended, bring joy.Read more
Let me say right up front that the acorn image is enlarged for illustration purposes. Imagine how big the squirrels would be to harvest these bad boys! They would need to be French bulldog size.
My acorn sizing in this week’s class is intended to help me explain the difficult and controversial subject of weather prediction, using what used to be referred to as “Old Wives’ Tales.” Suffice it to say, out of respect for current political correctness trends, that I will not use that term. In today’s application we will refer to this process as “weather roulette,” and I will reference time honored techniques.Read more
Jim Fossett is a person I have admired for a long time and hoped to visit upon these pages eventually. This summer I got a quick chance to say hi during one of his visits home to Boothbay Harbor with family. It’s a little challenging to catch up with Jim as he covers a lot of ground.Read more
Our son-in-law Andrei grew up in Romania. He, his family and many friends commonly did their own mechanical work. There were not a lot of resources during Communism which forced the population to develop alternative systems for keeping things going.Read more
They are not saying good-bye, they are saying hello.
I didn’t know that Oliver sold bicycles. When Janet told me this I thought she said “Oliver stole bicycles.” Then I remembered that Oliver grew up in Newcastle, Pennsylvania. My freshman year college roommate was from Newcastle, and he did steal bicycles!Read more
Before exploring the Cunningham farm, I’d like to share a brief experience regarding my flawless memory!
Several months ago I lost or misplaced my favorite Ray Ban sunglasses. I was very sad. They are great glasses. A few days ago I popped the hood on my 2003 VW Jetta to check the oil. Right there, on top of the air cleaner cover, sat my glasses, 3, 000 miles after oil changing. It was a long and winding road my friends. I’m thinking maybe I should just keep glasses there until my next oil change so I won’t know where to find them!Read more
Line cook Roxroy Smith has been working in the food service business since his teenage years. He has spent over 10 years aboard cruise ships cooking his way around the world. During his time aboard ships he has visited 115 countries, often with as many as 2,700 staff from 88 nations, who all must speak English. This experience has not only afforded him a great opportunity to learn, but allowed him to build a flawless reputation for reliability and credibility. His credentials allow Roxy, as he is hailed by coworkers and friends, to travel without question and to work in highly desirable settings here in Maine, around the U.S. and internationally.Read more
Last week we wished bon voyage to our family friends Kate, Sage, Jim and Jenifer Elderkin-Wickline as they prepared for their return to New Zealand. This week we continue our worldly adventures with another local traveler.
Nikki Brooks has spent a large portion of her adult life away from the Boothbay region. Her first trip abroad was to Paris with her father at age 16. It was all she needed. Since then Nikki has visited, traveled through and worked in China, Russia, Chile and Peru. Also, after she finished college she and a friend backpacked through Europe. I believe its fair to say that Nikki enjoys new adventures. She has visited many countries around the world.Read more
When Googled, Maungatapere is described as a settlement in Northland, New Zealand. State Highway 14 runs through it. Whangarei is 11 km to the east, and Tangiteroria is 18 km to the southwest. A mountain called Maungatapere with a summit 359 m above sea lever is southwest of the settlement.Read more
I don't claim to be a writer. I have known quite a few writers and they are well educated, smart and disciplined. I have been disciplined, but it’s usually for being a bad boy! I prefer to think of myself as a describer, sharing things that interest me, people I know and stuff that I've done over the 40+ years of our lives here. There have been plenty of opportunities to accumulate material. Wonderful people. Fascinating adventures.Read more
“Where's the beef?” Silly bird!
I know I have mentioned many times the wonderful photographic coincidences encountered while doing non-photographic things. Carrying a camera with me when out and about is pretty much standard operating procedure. In fact, after all these years of work with cameras, I feel a bit unsettled without a lens. Has sort of become an acquired appendage.Read more
So consider this.
Your kitchen is a small wooden building at the side of a busy state road with perfectly lovely out in the open exposure to everything. The temperature outside is pushing 90 (maybe higher in the direct sun) and the humidity is creeping.Read more
I feel like this photo could be a “Where's Waldo” puzzle. Only to make it more fun, it could be a summer puzzle for a fog/rain day on a rental porch with a cool iced tea and a mosquito zapper racket.Read more
If you crossed a chipmunk with a squirrel would the new critter be called a Chipirrel or a Squirmunk? Not sure why it was necessary to share that.
Joe Gelarden is an old friend. Not that he is old and a friend, but that we have known each other for some time. A while back, when he felt a desire to get back in the newspaper ring, he gave me a call. He had just taken a job at the Coastal Journal in Bath and was looking for some different ways to entertain the reading public. Sort of like my squirrel and chipmunk idea — not sure why he called me.Read more
Anyone who visits Blue Tin Farm (always call ahead) will instantly notice the soothing karma of happy animals. You very well may be greeted, as you enter the driveway, by two enormous Gloucestershire Old Spot pigs, Rosie and Charlie. Believe it or not, this breed of pig was so diminished in number that they were considered critically endangered. This lucky couple, often found reclining in cool, soft earth, is far from endangered. They are wonderfully docile and curious and friendly. The breed is recovering here in the U.S. and in Great Britain. In 1995, The Kelmscot Farm Foundation of Lincolnville, Maine, organized the importation of 20 Gloucestershire piglets to reestablish the purebred population in America. Blue Tin Farm has helped to support their come back.Read more
Some photographs need no explanation. They are just what they are—a moment in time that is. Little else.
So that is why I won’t bother you with how I came to make this week’s image completely drenched on my way home to Southport from a trip to the dump, oops ... dating myself — refuse disposal facility.Read more
Occasionally, when I am not looking, something will slip into my field of view unexpectedly, and with it will come a batch of recollections. Memories. And there will be a moment of remembering about a time or place or an event not thought about.Read more
What a wonderful stretch of days! The weather. The weather. The weather. It seemed so much better, too, because of constant wet and chilly. A welcomed change.Read more
I first met Ella Beauregard at Hendricks Head Beach on Southport. I was enjoying low tide and making some photos when Ella came walking down from her house with a chicken under each arm. Ella and her parents, Mike Beauregard and Pam Pearce, lived in Ruth Gardner’s place, now better known as “the land for Southport’s future.”Read more