Out of Reception: Early September

Last week I took some time off and ran around Maine, enjoying the shoreline and lakes of Central Maine.

A look back from the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse.

My friend Tucker jumped off the breakwater. Those aren't breasts, he is just a vegan and breathing in.

Moon rise over Heather's cabin on Great Pond.

Tucker about to take the leap.

Sunset over Great Pond from the Colby Outing Club Cabin.

I love how the iPhone simplifies images and turns thousands of people into photographers. It's democratic. The iPhone is now the most common camera of Flikr because it allows people to be spontaneous and capture the beautiful images around us. Images don't have to be 21 megapixels to inspire.

Here are some more links,
Out of Reception: Early September (Picasa),
Out of Reception (ART).

US Route-2

Last week, I drove from Waterville to Middlebury to drop off Edge's car. Both ways I drove on US Route 2 through the Northeast Kingdom of Vermont, The Greatwoods Region of New Hampshire and Western Maine.

Route 2 is a prime moose zone.

America!

Along the way we stopped and played in the Connecticut River.

Half of these images were taken with my Canon 5d Mark II and the other half with a 5 dollar Ricoh AF-5 from Goodwill. Can you tell the difference?

I like logs more than blogs.

Rock hopping on the shore of the Connecticut River.

US Route 2 does not feel like the numerous Volvo station wagons, Red Sox hats, twenty minute suburban commutes to Boston, and feverish obsessions with selective high schools that defines the New England stereotype. Route 2 feels more like a Pacific Northwest logging road with dirt sections skirting the shadows of remote mountains than a New England thoroughfare connecting the ski areas of Vermont to Vacation Land. But that's why I like it so much; it is unexpectedly rugged yet rooted in heritage and tradition.

Here are some more links,
US Route-2 Ricoh AF-5 (Picasa),
US Route-2 Digital (Picasa).

Out of Reception: The North Woods, The Northen Kingdom and US-2

Last week I went flying, moved into my apartment, and drove Edge's car back to Vermont, all under the shield of AT&T's spotty edge network.

I spent a lot of time at my storage unit this week, moving into my new apartment.

Looking back at a member of Waterville's finest. He let me off with just a warning.

Grillin'

I love how the sap seeps out of the freshly cut wood.

Sunset over lake Champlain in Milton, Vermont.

A view out the cockpit of the Cessna 182 somewhere over central Maine.

A blister on one of my toes left a blood stain in my Moc.

Here are some more links,
Out of Reception (ART),
Out of Reception: US Route 2

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.

Here are some more links,
Flying with Carroll (Picasa),