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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Night Shots: Oil Driller


There's a huge ship anchored between Rockland and Rockport harbor, an oil drilling ship that broke and is being repaired here (check out the article in the Bangor Daily News). They had to get it fixed up here because the boat drafts so much that the harbor had to be extremely deep, and Rockport harbor and the surrounding area is the third deepest harbor on the Eastern sea-board. There is an engineering company based in Rockland that can fix a boat of this size and importance-- the ship drills down to 10,000 feet under the sea bed, and in light of the recent oil spill, we can all agree that fixing problems before they explode in the ocean is a nation-wide priority. I can see the ship from my house and when it gets dark out the whole boat (it's so huge I don't even know if I can call it a boat in fairness, more like a skyscraper for the water) is all lit up. It looks like a floating city out there--the lights sparkle, and it seems to hover in midair, suspended in the blackness of the sea and sky at night. I wanted to photograph it at night (day shots to come in the next few days, I'm going to get as close as I can in our Whaler and take some pictures from the ocean), so I took my great-grandfathers old tripod that my grandmother gave me, pictured here:


...And I set up on the roof of my house. Yes, the roof. I was slightly terrified of falling off and breaking either the tripod, camera, telephoto lens, or myself, but art prevailed (per usual) and, feeling like Michelangelo atop his scaffolding as he painted the Sistine Chapel (though far less talented, old, and bearded...not to mention famous), I pressed the shutter. I tried a bunch of different methods; I changed the shutter speed, adjusted the aperture, and did all the photo-y stuff one does when trying to humbly capture a moment in space and time. So I got some shots that show the ship well and others that look more psychedelic, but that I think both came out really well. So here they are, along with some shots of the moon and windows of the second story of my house from the outside in: a rare and somewhat creepy view. They all look better bigger, but this is the best I can do, so I hope you like them!








Listening to: Wonderful Day (Live) by O.A.R...."and we walked and we talked we didn't have no time to stop that day, that day was a wonderful day."

Monday, June 21, 2010

Because Who Doesn't Love a Puppy?


I don't have a ton of new pictures to show from the weekend, but I do have some adorable shots of a Golden Retriever puppy. So, in the spirit of dogs being awesome and totally American as the fourth of July approaches, I found some pictures featuring man's (and woman's) best furry friends. I'm slapping them up on this electronic bulletin board I seem to have gotten addicted to. And as we speak (type, rather), Rosie-the-dog herself (pictured above) sauntered into my room and plopped down on her dog bed with her bone after chasing her tail for 30 seconds. She's looking quite content, having already stepped on the cat and stolen a piece of chicken from the counter. If only humans were as simple... do you ever have a bad day and look at a sleeping dog and think, dear god, what I wouldn't give to be you right now? Though the stale dog food and lack of thumbs would definitely become an issue after a little while.

So with that, woof.


Snug the cat in a basket. Because what better way to start off a post about dogs than with a cat?



Diane and Maggie make baskets at the Camden Farmers Market, 2009.


Corallie and Pepper, film with Olympus OM, summer 2008.


From the Wilder family archives: Mama, Bear, and I atop Beech Hill. Photo by Throop.


19 years later: Mama atop Beech Hill, this time with Rosie. Photo again by Throop.



Pug Nation, Camden Farmer's Market, 2009.


Scooter Smith, Vinalhaven, Maine, 2008.


One of my dear friend's family just got a puppy--naturally, I went along to see it. Voila-- Gilly the pup. Squishy-face.


Puppy-paws.


Ferdinand the bull in puppy form.


Listening to: "I've Got The World On A String" by Ol' Blue Eyes himself
Because: There's no better song to dance to in a kitchen.

Monday, June 14, 2010

From the Sleeping Porch

So when my parents built our house in Rockport, they wanted to incorporate all of their favorite aspects of the houses they had loved most in their lives. The result is that we have window seats galore, a dutch door, a little room as the third floor which we call "The Tower," and a sleeping porch. The sleeping porch is a little room with one wall open to the elements that faces the harbor. I love to sit up there and read or just stare at the beautiful boats around which I learned to sail and taught others to do the same (and oh how I miss it this summer...).

Today as my mother and I were making dinner, she looked out the window and said that the light was so beautiful that I simply had to do something about it. So I ran upstairs, grabbed my camera, and dashed out onto the sleeping porch where I took pictures of that beautiful Indian Island Light. Here they are!







Listening to: "And It Stoned Me" Van Morission

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

From the Lake to the Sea

Today I didn't have to be in the studio until 12, so I went to Lake Megunticook where our lovely friend Coralie lets my family use her dock. I brought the telephoto and snapped some pics. From there I went to work (an all of five minute drive...this truly is where the mountains meet the sea) and wandered around the wharf and the docks in Camden harbor. The result is here for all to see, with the harbor shots first. Enjoy.


Bow of a wooden dinghy.



Classic tourists on the wharf.



Great stance.


Portrait.


Again.


Crew aboard the Mary Day works on the shrouds on the bowsprit.


The same crew through the lines of another boat.


The bow, Wayfarer in the background.


Close-up of the bow of another beautiful wooden dinghy.


Dinghies tied to each other at the dock.


Prophet again.


Lazy Jack II at her dock.


Natuical flags atop the harbor master's office.


Wish I could make this were bigger without it's getting pixely...this girl's expression is awesome.


Kayaks.


Sky reflected on the ripples in the lake.


Taken at water level.

Coralie's beautiful camp.


Another religious view.

A perfect Maine day.


Listening to: "That's Enough" by Ray Charles
Lines I like: "You've got to hug me, you've got to love me, you've got to kiss me, you've got to miss me, you've got to hold me in your arms, and that's enough."

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

ERR 2009: Part One

So I'm realizing that since I got lazy about posting last summer and only really started blogging this spring, I should post some pictures that never got face time. I've been working my way through my albums, photo-shopping ones I deem worthy. Right now I'm working on the Eggemoggin Reach Regatta photos I took last August (or last weekend in July? I should look it up), and I've gotten through the feeder race from Camden to Brooklyn (Maine, not NYC...). So here are some pics, I'll post the rest from the sunny actual ERR race tomorrow. Enjoy!

Also, I want it known that any photos I post here are for sale. Let me know which one you want and I'll tell you my price and send you a print either matted or as is.



A twisted spinnaker as the wind shifts.

Three crew aboard the schooner Heritage have the best view in the house (or boat).


Heritage cruises in the opposite direction from the racing boats.


Finally, wind! Jonathan leads the pack.


Spinnakers up, the racers desperately wait for wind on the downwind leg after Goose Island.


Mermaid flies her appropriate spinnaker.


Jonathan.


Boats underway, some still motoring to the starting line.


Ginger
, my dream boat.


Bequia's
bow on her maiden race.


Indian Island Light in the morning


Peapod :)

Listening to: Israelites, Desmond Dekker. Great, great, great song. Chiddy Bang also does an awesome sample of this...from the mixtape Swelly Express, check it out on Julian's blog Heartless Handshakes and download the whole tape, but the song I'm talking about is the first one.
Lines I like: "Shirt them a-tear up, trousers are gone, I don't want to end up like Bonnie and Clyde."