A Boat Ride at Sunset

My first night back in Maine I went on a boat ride at sunset exploring the beautiful region separating Portland, Maine and the Downeast Region of Maine known as Casco Bay.

The water was glassy and the 120 hp Johnson engine powered us around the bay with ease.

More Lobster Boats, I can't get enough. Hundreds of their traps dotted the bay like dandelions in a field.

The light was amazing.

Periwinkle!

Incipient twilight, warm companions, and no mosquitos contributed a dream-like quality to an evening exploring the glassy estuaries and inlets of Casco Bay.

Here are some more links:
A Boat Ride at Sunset (Picasa).

Back in Maine

After a 3 month hiatus, I am back in the great state of Maine, or as I like to call it, "the deep south of the far north," wearing overalls and exploring the coast. Unfortunately, the collegiate calender revolves around the the more grim portions of the year, so that the majority of my time is spent with ice in my nostrils and wool socks on my feet.

Maine in the summer is amazing. After spending the last week exploring the coast, driving up Route 1, and running around warm nights in Portland's Old Port District, I see why so many people escape from North American cities and suburbs to this beautiful state

Emma manning the wheel of the rubber duck.

While exploring a small island in Casco Bay, I spotted this puppy playing with bugs on a small dock. She was adorable.

For the next week or so, this tent will be my primary residence.

These immature Black Backed Gulls' mother left them to fend for themselves. RIP.

The harsh changes in Maine's weather are apparent everywhere you look. I really like the weathered wood on this dock and the framing around Emma's dog, Periwinkle.

Lobster boats like this one are the backbone of the Casco Bay region. Low lobster prices are hurting the area.

Spending three months in New York gave me a new found respect and appreciation for sunsets unobstructed by sky scrapers, a clear view of the stars and the hum of lobster boats' diesel engines traps at 5am. I am excited to be back in Maine.

Here are some more links,
Boats and Water (Picasa).

Croquet

Let the Photos and Video speak.

Contemplating defeat.

This summer I took up croquet.

Here are some more links,
Croquet in the Berkshires (Picasa),
Croquet in the Berkshires (Vimeo).

A Few Days in Western Connecticut

After cleaning my APC's in the sea and eating my share of fried clams, I headed towards the hills of western Connecticut to catch up with my friend and contributor to Fat of the Land, Evan. For the last six months, Evan has been romping around South America taking photos and studying industrial design. Head over to his blog Ideal Uses to check out an archive of his journeys if you haven't already.

Evan showed me around his dojo including this early nineteenth century barn. I love the weathered paint

This bull, the archetypal field and the lonesome tree reminded me of my favorite childhood story, Ferdinand the Bull. He was kind enough to let me snap a few photos.

I love his hair and horns.

Spending two and half months indoors gave a new-found appreciation for simple things like a sunset unobstructed by a skyscraper or a bull eating grass in a field confined by a buck and pole fence. I can't wait to get back to the rocky beaches and rolling hills of Maine.

Here are some more links,
A Few Days in Western CT (Picasa),
The Fat of the Land.