Aquamarine Sea Glass I’ve been using a new photo technique I thought I’d share with you. I got the idea from this very useful (and short) video by Bryan Peterson, but I didn’t want to run out and spend four…
White on White, Southwest Harbor, Maine; July 11, 2011 (Beachcombing series No.41) The Clark Point Road runs from the center of Southwest Harbor out to the Coast Guard station at the end of the point. To get there you follow…
Bob’s Camp, Trenton, Maine; Independence Day, 2011 (Beachcombing series No.38) Fourth of July in Bar Harbor is about as close as I’ve ever gotten to living in a Norman Rockwell painting. The parade starts at 10am, wandering down Main Street,…
The Bar Harbor Yacht Club is a small, uninsulated cabin perched precariously on a rocky outcrop over a substantial dock. There is no sign marking the steep, unpaved drive. It is frequented by people in practical clothes and sensible shoes…
The Bluffs, May 29, 2010 (Beachcombing series No.34) A typical day of beachcombing: three rock crab shells, a green crab shell, blue mussels, sea urchins, bits of nylon rope, birch bark, sea glass, periwinkle shells, a sprig of rockweed, and…
Bar Island, May 28, 2011 (available here) It was my mother-in-law’s 70th birthday, and a huge crowd of relatives had gathered for a week of feasting and talking. The day was cold and wet, with a low gray sky that…
Brown Sea Glass & Beach China Sea glass bottle bits, a sea glass mug handle and an assortment of random shards; sea brick in several colors; very old pottery water-pipeline fragments; bits of china plates and stoneware mug handles; an…
Sargent Head, April 12, 2011 These black stones are so smooth your fingers glide right over them. I think they are basalt, which is a very fine-grained igneous rock. Apparently it forms much of the ocean floor, and is also…
Harborview Park, March 15, 2011 (Beachcombing series No.29) available to purchase here. (I wrote this right after I got back from beachcombing, but once again it has taken ages to compose and take the photograph, so the weather details are…
The sun finally came out and the thermometer climbed over thirty degrees, but my kids flatly refused to leave the house. I left them behind and went beachcombing on my own, feeling only the tiniest smidgen of mother-guilt. Sometimes I…