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Tonight, 8.27.09
The Pretender has returned and the fishermen are off-loading the lobster, the catch of the day. They had to go out far today, I’m told, and though I don’t know what that means exactly, I hold visions...
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Casco Bay, Maggie and a winter storm.
“It is easy to forget that in the main we die only seven times more slowly than our dogs.” ~ Jim Harrison, The Road Home I’ve written of the Harrison quote before. I haunts me. I am a dog person....
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Casco Bay, 5:00 am.
I was awakened at 5:00 am this morning by a screeching, a sound akin to what I think a baby seal must make when its ice flow drifts away from mother, or at least in my interrupted slumber that is what...
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Where the Fore River meets Casco Bay.
Sunrise, Eastern Prom, Portland The bedroom window faces across the water due east, where the Fore River enters Casco Bay. In the winter, when the sun is late rising, I watch it come up over Bug Light...
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At Home on Water.
Herring gull below my balcony. I live over a slip of water, on the leeward side of a wharf. Weather, good and bad, is driven from the west, so we don’t get it directly, oriented east as we are. The...
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