How I spent my summer vacation. My aunt, Betsy, rented a house in Stonington and had room for me. Also there were her son, Nathan, and his son, Nic, and daughter, Lydia.
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August10th
1 CommentStonington 2010
Posted in: Maine, frontpage
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June2nd
4 CommentsSchooner Mary Day Memorial Day 2010
Posted in: Sailing, frontpage
I went sailing last weekend. Pretty nice!
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May10th
1 CommentSlushing the Mast
Posted in: Photography, Sailing, frontpage
The Camden Harbormaster posted on Facebook:
Daily Def: “SLUSH FUND”-slush was the unpromising name for fat scraped off the top of the barrels of meat. The crew found it perfect for greasing masts to make sail hoisting easier and for preserving leather fittings. The cook, unhappy about this, would secret it in his ‘slush fund’. It was a prerequisite so far as he was concerned. He sold it ashore, mostly to candle makers and people in the fish and chip trade.
Who knew? Well, I did, sorta. The schooner Mary Day gets her masts slushed a couple times a year. Usually, it’s the youngest (lightest) member of the crew who gets outfitted head to toe in disposable gear, then strapped into a boatswain’s chair (boson’s chair, really just a board strung between some rope). Then this person is hoisted to the top of the mast with a bucket full of slush. These days, slush is not meat grease but Vaseline petroleum jelly. They start at the top, smearing Vaseline all over the mast. When a section is finished, they yell to the deck, where someone standing by lowers them a few feet.
Here’s Madeline slushing the mast:
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May5th
1 CommentMary Day Crew Evening Play
Posted in: Sailing, frontpage
How the crew of the Mary Day and other windjammers spend their evenings before the season starts.
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November24th
3 CommentsAcadia Sunday Afternoon
Posted in: Photography, frontpage
I prefer Acadia in the off season. From October to about May, it can feel like I have it all to myself. Wandering that magical mile from Otter Cliffs to Thunder Hole with almost nobody else around is a real privilege, thrilling and relaxing at the same time.
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November15th
No CommentsClearing Fog, Fernald’s Neck Preserve
Posted in: Maine, Natural History, Photography, frontpage, generic stuff
Went out to Lake Megunticook Sunday afternoon. It was incredibly warm. The remnants of Hurricane Ida were just leaving us. It was very wet and very calm. I was almost completely alone.
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November2nd
No CommentsSchooner Mary Day Last Trip 2009
Posted in: Sailing, Tourism, frontpage, generic stuff
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September10th
1 CommentGhost Ship: How to paint with light
Posted in: Photography, Sailing, Tourism, frontpage
This picture is the wallpaper on my computer screen and almost everyone who sees it wants to know how it was made.
The word photography means, literally, drawing with light. But “painting with light” is a technique to add a light source during a long exposure. Here’s an example:
This is a picture made aboard the schooner Mary Day. We were at anchor in Blue Hill Bay, had just come back from the lobster bake on an island, and everyone was just chilling on deck.
I set up my camera on a tripod, composed carefully, then set the aperture to (I think) about f/16. Then I locked the shutter open.
So the shutter is locked open for several minutes, I’m guessing about five to seven. If I did nothing, I’d get almost no exposure except for the kerosene lanterns and a little of the sunset. It was actually a bit after sunset, so the horizon was pretty dark.
But what I did was: I took out my LED headlamp and turned it on. I shined it on the sail and boom, moving it around to illuminate it more or less evenly. Then I hopped down on the deck and walked around to the people, stopping at each and telling them to stand still while I “painted” them with light. I’d shine the light on their faces, making sure not to let the camera see the light source.
The two men on the left were the first to get painted. As soon as I had finished with them, they moved away, so their legs don’t show up. If they had stayed, they would have blocked a lot of the light of the kerosene lantern on the deck. The third person from the left moved before I could paint him, so mostly, he shows up as just a shadow.
You can see the shadow of a tripod leg on the box with the star on it. I’m not sure what light was casting that shadow.
There’s very little Photoshop work done after the fact, though I did clean up a few light streaks where the light source turned toward the camera.
My one regret is that I didn’t take the cover off the boat’s steering wheel. It’s a pretty wheel, varnished and bright. Next year.
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September5th
3 CommentsCamden’s Windjammer Festival
Posted in: Maine, Sailing, Tourism, frontpage, generic stuff
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August19th
No CommentsGlacial Erratic
Posted in: Islands, Maine, Natural History, Photography, frontpage
I mentioned to my friend Ann Marie the other day that I’d paddled to Mark Island.
“What’s that rock?” she asked me.
I asked her which rock, but I sort of knew. I had stopped to photograph the rock. It’s so obvious because it’s stark white against a bunch of darker rock around it. Seems out of place, and it is, sorta.
Here’s a picture.

That’s a “glacial erratic” and we see them all the time in Maine. Not all of them are so obvious.
It’s a kind of rock that is not indigenous, not part of the local bedrock, “from away” as we say in Maine.
Thousands of years ago, it was broken off some mountain to the north by a glacier. It tumbled around under the glacier for a while, being smoothed and ground down. Then the glacier melted and this was left where it lay, on top of a hump that, eventually, became Mark Island in the middle of Penobscot Bay.
Maine’s geology constantly fascinates me and I told Ann Marie about it. It can be roughly summarized by three processes, each taking considerable lengths of time:
- 400 million years ago (or thereabouts) silt and diatoms settled out of an ocean onto the ocean floor, creating mud. This happened for a long time and made a really thick bunch of mud and sand that eventually compressed into rock. This “sedimentary” rock was then slid westward until it bumped into what would become North America. Under pressure and heat, it buckled and smushed, all the while keeping its layers mostly intact. This is our “sedimentary metamorphic” rock. It started its life as sediment and has layers to prove it, but the layers go in all different directions, are curved and mashed, with intrusions of quartz (where things got really hot). This is pretty typical in places like Casco Bay and Muscongus Bay. But the sedimentary rock also explains the limestone around Rockland and Rockport (both named for the “limerock” found there).
- Then much later, some earthly indigestion got going. Great gobs of molten magma bubbled up from within the earth in huge domes called “plutons.” The plutons pushed the other rock out of the way in some places and hardened into what are now mountains and islands, mostly granite with, here and there, a bit of basalt. Monhegan is mostly basalt, as is Mark Island and some of the islands of western Penobscot Bay. The Camden Hills and Acadia are various granites.
- Then even later, it got cold. Snow fell and fell and fell, until Maine was covered with a layer of ice a mile thick. And the ice was moving, crushing everything under it and pushing great piles of rock. All that stuff acted like sandpaper, smoothing the bedrock below and scraping away millions of tons of rock. When the glaciers finally melted, they left behind fairly smooth mountains and islands and loads of stuff that had been dragged many miles from where it started.
That’s the ten-cent, seat-of-the-pants, amateur summary of Maine geology but it explains the vast majority of what you see here. Knowing the above, you can usually decode what kind of rock you are walking on. And you’ll start to see things differently. Hiking up Cadillac a few weeks ago, I could clearly see the scratches of rocks being dragged over the mountain by glaciers.















