Flying with Carroll

Last week my friend Carroll flew up from Portland in a Cessna 182 and picked me up at the Waterville airport.

For an hour we buzzed around the Belgrade Lakes region of central Maine looking at places I know very well from a different perspective.

Carroll grew up in Wayne, Maine, which is a twenty minute flight from Waterville in a 182. In preparation of our buzzing above the 500 foot ceiling, Carroll called his parents to warn them of an imminent flyby.

Leon Leonwood Bean's high school.

Carroll's game face. After graduating from Williams College, Carroll joined the Marines and flew helicopters for eight years.

A look at my future Alma Mater from about twelve hundred feet.

I love flying and airplanes but have the wrong personality to be a pilot. Instead of paying attention to the numerous dials and gauges, I was busy looking outside, stupefied by landscape. I will leave the flying to people like Carroll.

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Flying with Carroll (Picasa),

Out of Reception: Hurricane Bill and a 30ft Mechanic

Last weekend, Hurricane Bill skirted the Maine coast sending fifteen foot waves and torrential downpours inland.

I spotted this 30ft mechanic outside of an abandoned motorcycle dealership south of Augusta.

Low tide on Popham Beach.

Hurricane Bill crashing at Popham Beach.

Elizabeth Atterbury

Yeeehaaawwww!

I know i am wearing the same outfit as last weeks Out of Reception post but I love it. Well worn 15 ounce Naked and Famous Jeans, Gingham Polo Ralph Lauren Shirt, and LL Bean Blucher Moc, a definite staple of my summer.

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Out of Reception: Hurricane Bill and a 30ft Mechanic (Picasa),
Out of Reception (ART).

Taking Photos of Lobster Buoys

On Sunday the 16th, I spent hours chasing around buoys in Casco Bay near East Harpswell, Maine in a small inflatable boat. I was at the bow looking through the view finder of my Canon and Emma was at the stern steering.
Looking through the photos of an earlier boat ride inspired me to make a compilation of twenty-five or more images of different lobster buoys. I wanted to show the different designs and colors by limiting the variables and focusing on one buoy at a time.

Emma could barely hear my mumbles to turn tighter or move closer over the churn of the 4-horsepower Evinrude engine.

A view of Pinkham Point where I lived for two weeks this summer in the blue tent. Every morning I woke up to the sound of lobster boats going out to claim their stake of Maine's troubled cash crop. Lobster buoys speckled the bay like cows in a field.

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Taking Photos of Lobster Buoys (Picasa),
Lobster Buoys in Casco Bay Maine (Picasa),
Lobster Buoys in Casco Bay Maine (ART).

Lobster Buoys in Casco Bay Maine

Every lobster boat in Casco Bay has a their own lobster buoy.

Lobster fishermen rely on the bright colors of their buoys to differentiated from the hundreds of other lobster boats in the region.

I love the black, white and neon green with the X. This one is my favorite.

This reminds me of a whistle.

What would your colors be?

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Lobster Buoys (Picasa).