FINALLY we’ll have a chance to escape Boston’s lockdown and travel north to god’s country (Rockport, Maine) to visit family and friends. It will be a short visit but to say we’re looking forward to it is a VAST understatement.
In memory of those who died.
We were in Maine on Memorial Day and I went to the Rockport cemetery to take some photographs as a remembrance of the trip. It was foggy that morning and after a lot of attempts at pictures of headstones and trees in the fog, I settled on this one which hardly has any gravesites in it but is a rather haunting of reminder of the fate that awaits us all.
I’m always happy to find a small object that tells a much bigger story.
I know, I know taking photographs of pretty sunsets get old really fast. But this one last night warranted an exception and inclusion in this blog. The gold of the sky set off against the dark hills across Rockport Harbor was absolutely breathtaking. We had just returned after a long road trip and I was dead tired. But seeing this made me go out without my shoes on a gravel driveway to get this shot. This light didn’t last for more than 5 minutes.
Too bad that this lovely little gate is never used. It was put up as a kind of street marker to identify the house, it goes with. Probably because the place itself is very hard to see from the road. At night the lantern shines brightly beckoning visitors that never arrive through it.
Clouds take you out of yourself. Use them.
Yes we are having breakfast and yes this is where we’re sitting. The place is named Nina June and it is in the town of Rockport, Maine. It is very hard to say which is better, the view or the food.
More often than not, I’ve found what we take to be a view of the water is actually of the edge of the water or of things in the water with the water itself serving more or less as a neutral background.
Like a lot of humans we know. Full of promise at the start but…(fill in the blank)