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And the sunset…

I rushed to take pictures of the sailboats I could see off in the distance.  I had just arrived and was trying to decide what to focus on first.  They came closer while I was distracted with an osprey, and when I looked again I could see that it may have been a sailing class that was coming to an end.  The sailboats were loaded onto trailers and taken away shortly after these pictures were taken.  Once sunset seems to be finally about to arrive it speeds up and you could miss it entirely as you jockey for position with all the other people on the pier who are also trying to take pictures.  Somehow when you hear people around you declaring that the sunset was just incredible it makes you enjoy it just that much more…

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Distractions…

See that guy on the pier there?  He’s taking a picture of the sunset, while I, on the other hand, was paying attention to the pelican.  I couldn’t help myself though.  I was standing with lots of other people on a bigger pier just across from that one.  Pelicans and sea gulls were passing just over our heads and making assaults on fish in the water nearby.  This was causing tons of excitement for two little kids on the pier near me.  Every swoop was met with much laughing and squealing.  It is funny to hear them chattering in an unusual language, Dutch maybe, but their delight in the situation was universal.  Their mom will have her hands full with another one due fairly soon, or so it would seem.  I wish I would have had more wisdom while I was raising my kids, but on the other hand I was young enough to keep up with them, so I suppose it was a trade off.  In the throes of my divorce my ex told me that it was like I was a kid who grew up and was leaving home.  It made me mad at the time, but I have to admit that there was a grain of truth to it.

Other distractions that night were more birds, and just the lovely light falling here and there.  And the reflections…10-30dunedin210-30dunedin710-30dunedin1510-30dunedin13

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Snowbirds…

The snowbirds don’t seem to have returned to Florida yet.  Well, this one has, but I seem to be the exception.  The October calendar in the park doesn’t list any activities for the month, and when you go to the pool you just might be the only one there.  I went to Tarpon Springs thinking I’d do some street photography, but the streets were emptier than I’ve ever seen them.  Maybe they are all still up north, waiting for the pretty foliage. And my photographer friends seemed to be rejoicing about the return of the birds to the area, but I haven’t actually found them either.  It’s a lull.  Crowds and traffic will be arriving soon.  And so will the birds.  I need to enjoy the moment while it lasts…10-10tarponquest10-10tarponoldboat10-10tarponoctopus10-10tarpongull10-10tarpon3birds

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Weir Beach…

The only other time I’d been to Weir Beach was in the evening, and in the summer.  The shops were bustling, people were everywhere.  But not today.  I took note of the train tracks I’d just crossed, and the station up at street level.  Then I had walked down to the dock, thinking of photo ops.  A workman joined me on the docks, and when he saw my camera he told me to watch across the lake to the far side.  Any minute the Mt. Washington would be coming around the tip end of land, where the white boats were.  I had thought of the Mt. Washington Railway, and felt silly when I spotted the boat and realized I had been looking for a train.  I didn’t tell him that though…Weirbeach2Weirbeach3WeirbeachdockWeirflowersWeirbeach1MtwashingtonWeirbeachprivate

I’m not sure I ever realized how short the summer really is.  Seeing the shops closed and the beach empty was a little sad.  Even the parking spaces that lined the street were all empty.  A busload of tourists had chartered the Mt. Washington, and as they disembarked the street was full of people for just a few minutes.  But it emptied out again, and I headed for home…

 

 

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Perkins Cove…

If I hadn’t dithered so long in the gift shop at Nubble I wouldn’t have even known that Perkins Cove existed, which would have been a shame.  I asked the clerk for suggestions of other places to go for photos, and her face just lit up when she mentioned Perkins Cove.

I knew I’d love it as soon as I drove into the little town.  Like Kennebunk and Ogunquit, the shops and restaurants were charming, sitting as they were at the docks with sailboats tied up, just waiting for someone to sail them away.  And lots of people about too, I half expected Jessica Fletcher to pop out of the little book store, and if you know who that is then you are old, like me!PerkinsflowersPerkinsfrom the bridgePerkinshousesPerkinscommingthrough

Do you see that the bridge is up?  The controls are on the bridge and a sign says that only adults can operate it. The sign called it a pedestrian bridge, so maybe it’s up all the time until someone wants to cross it.  Unlike the campground which is emptying out, this town was full of tourists, shopping in the pretty shops or having lunch on the porches of the waterfront restaurants.

But it was Marginal Way that had caught my attention.  A mile long ‘cliff walk’ overlooking the ocean.  I was so lucky to be there on such a perfect day.PerkinscovePerkinshousescenePerkinssailboat2PerkinssailboatscenePerkins2benchesPerkinslighthouseThis is Little Beach Light, it sits at about the halfway point in your walk.  I just loved it.

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I spent a lot of time waiting for this paddle boarder to decide to ride a wave so I could try for some action shots.  Maybe he was shy because he kept letting them go by.  And maybe I’m not the only senior citizen who doesn’t seem to know enough to act their age.

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My last shot of the visit, taken while sitting on a bench with my back to the parking lot, and eating a coffee kahlua brownie ice cream cone.  The sun felt wonderful, almost too warm and then you’d feel the breeze and it was perfect.

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Wells Marina…

I have a new facebook friend named Phil.  He is a friend of a friend, and he is who we called upon when I needed to refill the propane canister on the pop up.  The canister was stuck, I couldn’t get the screw loose (no comments here please), and even when I got the wing nut off, the screw and the metal strap that holds the tank in place seemed to be cemented to the tank.  Phil is an old hand at a lot of things, and he strolled up the driveway holding the biggest set of channel locks that I’d ever seen.  He paid no attention to the screw, and when I pointed out what I thought the problem was he said no, the screw was welded on there.  He went for the metal strap that held the tank, and had it liberated in no time flat.  And then he bent the strap so that it would be easy to strap the tank back on after I had it refilled.  I so appreciate the help, but at the same time I hate when I’m left standing there with a screwdriver in my hand, feeling stupid for thinking it was the tool for the job.

Well, I heard from Phil the other day, he asked if some of my pictures from the Fisherman’s co-op that I posted were taken in Wells, Maine.  He said there is a marina there, and a very nice restaurant also.  So on my way home from Nubble I realized I was passing through Wells, ME and saw a sign for the Fisherman’s Catch, and hung a right to check it out.   Had a nice lunch at that restaurant, sitting with a German couple who were delighted to hear about my granddaughter enjoying her life in Munich.  Nice company, but the lunch couldn’t compare to Red’s Eats.  But I continued down the road and that’s when I found the marina, and the restaurant I think Phil meant, and wished I’d gone further down the road before I ate.  But thanks Phil, for fixing the tank, and for the heads up about the Wells Marina.  What started out as a not-very-promising day just kept getting better!Wellsmarina2Wellsmarina3Wellsmarina5Wellsmarina6Wellsmarina7

There have been so many painters out and about on this trip.  In Boston, but more so in Maine.  Guess I’m not the only one enamored with this rocky coastline.  And I stopped at a quilt shop that I happened to pass the other day and picked up a panel of fabric with pictures of that coastline.  I’ll have fun with that when I get home.  And I will, get home I mean, eventually…