Small harbours hold a fascination for me, as everything seems to be moving in slow motion, but going nowhere, at least most of the time, held more or less in place by lines. People of all ages with fishing lines hanging over the dock stand still, silently watching for any movement to their lazily bobbing floats: yachts at anchor move almost imperceptibly around their tethering lines, rocked by the gentle swell of the tide: this oarsman guided his little craft with slow deliberate strokes of the oars into position to tie it to the line at the wharf alongside the others. Everything seems to move almost in slow motion, constrained in some way by lines. And all of these lines lead to the sea.
For a theme of “Leading Lines” there can be few places with more lines than a small harbour such as this, in Rockport, Maine.
That's tropical storm Arthur, in case you wondered…
For those who are wondering what the destruction was like and why it took so long for power to be restored to so many customers in the Maritimes, I thought I should post this picture. (Again, out of order, but who cares? Not me.) There were many downed power lines and phone lines caused by the huge number of trees that fell. This translated into a loss of electricity for up to 5 days (see +Steven Kennard's post here https://plus.google.com/104584322313471697637/posts/AnJXk24VAnh for exactly what that means in this region). A good friend of ours even put his back out badly hauling water for his family from a nearby stream. Roads were blocked by fallen trees and the loss of telephone land-lines put at risk those people who have no mobile/cell phone coverage in their area (quite a lot near us) and the elderly or those who choose not to have such phones but might have been in need of medical attention.
Power and the phones were restored, but in seemingly random ways. One family had the electricity restored to their house but not to the one next door. So they ran an extension cable to 'lend' electricity during the outage. Our neighbour called to offer to share his generator with us, if we needed it, to keep our fridge and freezer from thawing. People helped each other and got on with life as best they could. Now comes the cleanup. _Oh, and don't touch the red wire! 😉 This was taken the night of the storm when there was a lull.
Last Saturday night we drove to Margaretsville to a concert at the Evergreen Theatre, which is about 45 minutes drive from us, along the bottom of the valley. As we drove along the road, I was experimenting with different motion effects. Suddenly a flock of birds flew up in front of us. I liked this the best of all the photographs I took along that road that evening.
I thought you might like to see our 'highway' after the storm.
This snow, at least was forecast, unlike yesterday's. But when I came downstairs this morning, I could not see the car parked in front of the house. While Steven plowed the drive to clear it so that I could get to my eye doctor appointment, I dragged the recycling and garbage to the edge of the drive. This is the scene from there. He is fast getting to the point of not having somewhere to push it, we have such a buildup – of water – ridiculous, isn't it? I have another couple of photos to add to this saga which I will post shortly, but this is the one I chose for the project, for my friends +Charles Strebor and +Natosha Davis for their themes.
From a period of extreme cold and heavy winter blizzards, we have been suddenly plunged into semi-tropical temperatures, with heavy rainfall. All of this has the snow and the ice melting (not a bad thing) and causing some minor flooding. Yesterday on our walk in the afternoon sun this road was flooded. Today on the same walk it was colder. What this means is that I got a completely different photograph, which is why I chose to post this rather nondescript image of a not very serious flood. Bear with me as I think you will understand more tomorrow. I can't post it today as I have too much to do tonight. You will just have to be patient! 🙂