“And if I had a boat, I’d go out on the ocean, and if I had a pony I’d ride him on my boat.” — Lyle Lovett song, “If I had a boat”

Boats seem like wonderful things. I’ve ridden in a few over the years but have not been very successful keeping one on the water. Seems there’s never quite enough time or money. But if I had a pony I’d definitely find the time!

Time marches on as is reflected by the changing colors of our world. This is when the much awaited and, for me, most enjoyed season begins to evolve. It’s my favorite time of year; wish that it could stay with us a bit longer. It’s a kaleidoscopic motion picture which leads us every year on a journey into whatever nature has in store. And every year is different.

I flew with Doctor John Andrews and lived to tell the story, or should I say, "Stories." Still recovering to this day! It wasn't Air Force One, it was more like "Adams Pond" and hold on!

When I came to Maine I did not know who Andrew Wyeth was, but I quickly learned. One of my favorite subjects is his painting of the Olson House in Cushing. I have visited there alone, and with family and friends many times and still enjoy walking the property and wandering through the house. As many know, I am a sucker for old buildings and historic locations. For me, the Olson House pretty much captures everything that appeals to me. The weathered wooden exteriors with aging clapboards, rooms with peeling paint and plaster, old glass, simple furnishings and, last but not least, the great kitchen and stove and attached barn.

In 1971, freshly graduated from a Pennsylvania State Teacher’s College (just renamed a university), I started to look for a job. It was not a great time for new work, jobs were scarce and many my age were still available for the draft, which made job hunting even more complicated. I had a very low number in the first draft lottery meant to fill military quotas for Vietnam, and my college had a huge mandatory Army ROTC program at the time. When I checked with my draft board in Bellefonte, Pennsylvania, the woman with whom I spoke said, “Pack your bags!” There was a big draft call and enlistment from central Pennsylvania. We all were hunters, familiar with the use of firearms, and prime prospects.

A quick riddle. How do you identify a vehicle from West Southport? Look in traffic for something that looks like it traveled between Caratunk and Rockwood via dirt roads. These are pretty easy to identify, often driven by disgruntled and confused drivers who make hand gestures during lane changes. Do not take these gestures personally. Just return the gesture and smile. Non-local drivers eventually realize how much we like to share!

Before I get too far offshore with this week’s adventure to Monhegan Island, I’d like to mention new information regarding last week’s subject, the new book “The Baycliff Saltwater Farm Family” by Dr. Clarice Yentsch. I mentioned that the book could be found through Waypoint Foundation’s website. Well, the good news is that it will now be available at Boothbay Harbor’s Sherman’s Bookstore. I didn’t goof exactly, but I wasn’t certain enough to mention this last week. So, get your copy soon because there may not be an unlimited supply.

Last week we, and a variety of interested souls, had a lovely and unique visit at Southport Memorial Library. A diverse group from near and far had an opportunity to hear Dr. Clarice Yentsch chat about one of her most recent creations, "The Baycliff Saltwater Farm Family," a book about a historically significant and personal parcel of land situated on an inside stretch of the Sheepscot River across from the southern end of Indiantown Island. An accumulation of wonderful text accompanied by an exceptionally diverse collection of art, this book offers an original and historical glimpse into many lives and ways that celebrate place and people. It is a special recognition of how much the natural world offers and how our fleeting presence can reveal who we are and what we have become. It is a glimpse.

When our daughters were little people, we spent many fun times with family and friends at Barrett’s Park, a wonderful spit of land surrounded by Lobster Cove waters, sandwiched between Sprucewold, the road to Wall Point and greater Linekin Bay. It’s a public park with a private feel.

Long before I came to Maine, photography interested me. I didn’t know much about the process but enjoyed the adventure. It was a cool way for me to “focus," which was always a challenge due to some crossed wires in my brain. Looking through the tiny viewfinder helped me stay on subject without distraction, and keep an eye out for fun things. I started processing my own black and white films in, around or about 1965. “Magic in a box,” I used to call it. After high school and college I continued to photograph with no particular intention other than pure enjoyment.