When I found myself wandering among old cars in an automobile graveyard like Old Car City I found it to be way too much information to process all at once. There was no rhyme or reason to how the cars were displayed, and I had to wander among them to find the details of what I was seeing. Since the big picture was a lot to take in I found myself interested in the details, like the hood ornaments of these old cars.
Those old cars seemed to have more character than the cars we see now. more personality. The place was big enough to get lost in. As I wandered I couldn’t see another person and began to wonder if I’d find my way back to the entrance by 4 PM when they were going to close. I thought I’d walked the entire place, but it seems I missed a tree with 15 or so bicycles in it. Or maybe I forgot to look up…A photographer’s paradise indeed…
Yes, that’s right. Sunset Beach Park faces west, but it’s enough of a peninsula that I thought there would be a decent view to the east for the sunrise. But I didn’t expect the park to feel so small and dark, and secluded. Spooky, or maybe it’s just the season for spooky. There was another car there, but I couldn’t see anyone. I couldn’t see anything really, I waited a few minutes to get out of the car with my camera. As I was setting up I heard it, the swish of a fisherman casting out his line. I felt better knowing who was around, and the sky got lighter. It won’t feel so spooky next time…
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!
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…
What a novelty it was to be chauffeur driven to THE sight to see if you see nothing else in Portland. Great company, nice lunch, and now I’ve seen it, and taken pictures too! The Portland Head Light. And more! What a nice day, even if the sky was darkening as the day progressed. Thank you Joan and Jude!
The Portland Head Light was so impressive that I began taking pictures from the parking lot!
Also guarding the harbor we have the Portland Breakwater Light, affectionately called Bug Light. Bug light is segmented, which means that if you are in the correct shipping channel you will see a white light, but if you are seeing a red light then you are in danger of going aground.
And we also have Bug Light’s twin sister, the Spring Point Ledge Light…
And off in the distance in these shots you see Ram’s Head Ledge Light. You may also have noticed why I love the 18 to 400mm lens. Both of these shots were taken with that lens, hand held. And with an extra challenge because I figured out later on that I had the lens stabilization turned off. I was stuggling, now I know why. Duh.
Portland. I’ll be back…
Oh, did I forget bugs? There is an exquisite Children’s garden too!
Ships and ship building dominate the history of Bath, ME. Over 200 ship builders once made their living here. During WW2 over 16,000 workers produced 80 ships for the Navy, roughly turning out one every 2 weeks. Bath Iron Works has three Navy ships currently being outfitted, and contracts for 11 more, so this tradition continues. The years of ship building along the Kennebec River, along with the related industries, resulted in the river being essentially dead. No fish and no birds. The captain of our tour boat was a font of information, and he seemed most proud to say that the river has recovered and the fish and birds are back.
This wasn’t the tour I had hoped to take when I drove to the Maine Maritime Museum. I hoped to take a lighthouse cruise, but the only lighthouse on this cruise was the little one here. Little because a lighthouse along a river only needs to be seen for 3 miles. But in foggy weather ships couldn’t see the lights and still ran aground, so they built a bell tower as an added safety factor. The lighthouse keeper was required to trudge through the woods every four hours in bad weather to wind up the bell.
This proved to be quite an interesting tour and talk, and even though it wasn’t the tour I had hoped for I was happy to have had the experience. I was a Navy wife in the summer of ’71 when I lived here while my husband’s ship was readied for it’s trip to it’s eventual port in San Diego. For a short while the plan was for the ship to cruise south around South America, stopping at all the famous (infamous) ports along the way, but clearer heads eventually prevailed and that plan was nixed, and his ship went through the Panama Canal instead. That must have been an experience in itself, though not the one whomever made the first plan probably had in mind.This represents the Wyoming, which was built in Bath. It’s true to the size except for the masts. They were an additional 70 feet high, but the FAA wouldn’t let them build those to scale.
The other two Navy ships being built are very different from this one. This is a Zumwalt class ship, built to be stealth. On radar this ship appears to be a 40 foot fishing boat.This little ship is the Mary E. She was built in Bath in 1906 and was in service carrying many different cargos over the years. She was eventually sunk, but was brought back to Bath and restored to her original and now carries passengers instead.
In the feature photo you see the size of the dry dock itself. It was built in China and had a long journey to Bath since it was too big to go through the Panama Canal. This isn’t a town that grew up to serve the tourist trade, and it shows. But it’s worth a trip to see.
There is this thing that happens sometimes on a cloudy day. When the day can’t decide if it’s going to give in to the clouds, or is the sun coming back out? If you are out taking pictures you realize that the sky isn’t going to be beautiful, blue with puffy white clouds. That’s disappointing. But sometimes you realize that the flowers are practically glowing, the color looks amazing. It’s the light. It looks that way to the naked eye also, it doesn’t take post processing for your pictures to reflect that color. I had my own personal tour guide at the Coastal Maine Botanical Gardens yesterday. She knew the names of all the flowers and has grown many of them in her personal garden. The place was mind boggling, so many paths to follow, a feast for the eyes. And when we needed to duck inside to avoid a shower there was a feast of another sort at the cafe. Wonderful quiche and a salad with a new friend. Even sitting there later, listening to the rain beat down on the camper, was a good thing. I could sit there and go through the pictures and for once not be thinking I ought to get back out and take more. Of course I will today, I just don’t know where I’ll be going quite yet.
Of course there are many, many, more, still working on them…