Jennifer Steen Booher

Bar Island, May 28, 2011

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 made me think longingly of naps on the sofa. Instead, we all walked across the Bar to hike up Bar Island.

 There were about 10 people, ranging from intensely athletic to sleepily middle-aged. We managed to stay together almost all the way across the Bar, and then the 13-year olds found itty-bitty crabs under the rocks, and I took pictures and when we looked up everyone else was out of sight.

There’s a periwinkle snail crawling on this crab!

So the three of us wandered along the shore more slowly. I saw a marine worm, more crabs, and thousands of baby barnacles. It must have been settling time for new barnacles, because teeny little barnacles covered every surface. Every rock, every piece of driftwood, every shell, even the seaweed. It’s hard to get the scale in this photo, but there are ordinary, full-grown barnacles at the bottom. The babies are even covering the grown-ups! I’ve never noticed this before. I wonder if it looks like this every spring or if this is an especially good crop of barnacles.

 The boys found a steep sandy hill and amused themselves by sliding down it and destroying their pants. I took photos of them, and the seagulls, and the rocks, knowing that in the dim grey light most of the photos wouldn’t come out but playing with my camera anyway, hoping to learn something.

And of course I had a plastic bag with me because I am physically incapable of not beachcombing. It turned out to be very useful, because I found this:

I’m usually rather finicky about what I pick up – it has to pass the sniff test. Rotten sea-life is incredibly hard to clean, so stinky stuff stays on the beach! On the other hand… a cormorant skeleton? It went into the bag. Fortunately it was pretty clean already. Thank goodness for crabs! I brought it home and sorely tried my husband’s patience by boiling it for several days and then bleaching the bones. It didn’t smell after the first day, but I guess not everybody is as enthusiastic as I am about bones. I didn’t bleach it white because the bones are already fragile and bleaching makes them brittle. Last time I cleaned a spine this way it fell apart in the boiling water, but the cormorant tendons seem to be tougher and it only separated into three pieces.

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Eddie’s Brook, May 28, 2011

Eddie’s Brook, May 28, 2011 (available in my etsy shop)

Eddie’s Brook is an unpretentious little stream that winds through the neighborhoods to the northeast of the Bar Harbor village. It starts somewhere near the top of Great Hill and tumbles down along the side of the Eagle Lake Road, past Kebo golf course, behind Conners-Emerson elementary school, through a long culvert under Eden Street, the main road into town, until it finally resurfaces beside the Seacoast Mission just in time to sprawl into the ocean.

 This is the outfall area at low tide. You can see the culvert opening at the base of the stone wall in the center of the photo. The wall is about 10 feet high, and holds up Eden Street. I may come back here on a blazing summer day – the deep shade might be pleasant then. In late May, with a cool mist hovering, it was chilly and not very picturesque.  The beachcombing, on the other hand, turned up some interesting bits: two large whelk shells, a surprisingly heavy branch of driftwood, an equally surprisingly light piece of charcoal, a bit of flow-blue porcelain, and a mysterious action figure.
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Mother’s Day 2011

The Shore Path, Mother’s Day 2011
I have a month’s worth of photos piled up to share with you, and we’ll start with Mother’s Day. The whole family went for a walk on the Shore Path at sunset. The kids climbed Balance Rock, as usual. The tide was out, and the light was very low and pink. I was only able to take a few photos before it got too dark for hand-held photography, but we wandered around on the rocks until it was almost too dark to see.

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Brown Sea Glass & Beach China

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 old medicine bottle; part of a china doorknob, and a vitreous china wheel. Oh yeah, and a porcelain electrical insulator. All found on the beach, mostly here on Mount Desert Island.

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The Jealous Curator

I love the Jealous Curator’s blog. Her tagline “I know it’s good when I’m left thinking DAMN I wish I thought of that” resonates with an awful lot of people, including me. I often look at other artists’ work and think exactly those words. Being gobsmacked by someone else’s stuff can make you feel awfully insecure about your own work. Danielle’s grace is that she’s turned the whole phrase on its head, from an expression of jealousy to one of whole-hearted admiration. Plus she finds the MOST amazing work! I always look forward to her posts.

And I really wish I had written this little tribute months ago, because now I AM ON HER BLOG, and feeling incredibly cocky and humble at the same time. Have you ever felt that? This peculiar mix of “Damn, I’m good” and “Who, me, are you sure?” At any rate I am thrilled and honored to be there, and it really is a great blog so you should click on over and see some of the fantastic art she’s gathered from around the world. And then you should go here and see her own wonderful work.

Thank you, Jealous Curator!

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Blue and White Beach China

Blue & White Beach China, April 2011. Prints available in my etsy shop.

In the 14 years I’ve lived on this island, I’ve picked up a lot of china on the beach. These are some of my favorite pieces of blue-and-white. Some are fairly modern, some are really old (well, old for the US.) If you look closely you might recognize the Blue Willow pattern on a couple, although I think they are from different makers.

There’s part of an old clay pipe, too.


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Square

I’m not usually what you’d call an “early adopter.” I might even be a “reactionary anti-adopter.” I stuck with vinyl records until cassettes were the norm, and I stuck with cassettes until, well, until the late 1990s. If I hadn’t married a musician, I’d probably never have owned a CD. Or a stereo more elaborate than a boom box. I didn’t own a computer until I graduated from college (on the other hand that was totally normal, very few people had them in college.) I actively dislike cellphones although I acknowledge that they can occasionally be useful. I rolled my eyes at many generations of iPods and mp3 players and Kindles. Then the iPad came out, and suddenly I’m a techie. I bought mine within a month of seeing a store sample. I love it – not blindly, but passionately. It has its flaws, of course, but people who think it is just an oversized iPod or an entertainment device are missing the point. Half of what the iPad can do hasn’t been invented yet.

You’ve probably heard the bands that use iPad instruments:

Yes, it’s a gimmick, but it makes you think “Hmm, what else could I make this tool do?”

Because they are completely enclosed with no moving parts (so they can’t be destroyed by dust) archaeologists are using them on digs and all kinds of scientists are using them in the field.

Because the screen is big enough to see without squinting and because it can be operated by touch, people with a wide range of disabilities and illnesses are using iPads to communicate and express themselves… and new possibilities open up every day. It’s like handing out legs and watching people invent dancing.

Square seems incredibly mundane, after a build-up like that! It’s not in same league as inventing dancing, for sure, but it is going to be one of those small but brilliant ideas that subtly changes the way people work. “Everybody” has a cell phone or iPod or iPad now, right? Well, Square makes an elegant little block that plugs into your device. You swipe the credit card and then the customer signs with a finger.

And voila, you can accept credit cards anywhere there is a wifi network or cell phone signal. Why do I care? Well, remember this post about my first craft fair? Well, it’s coming right up, and Square means I can take credit cards without an elaborate and expensive set up. The reader itself is free (!) and there is a charge of 2.75% per transaction. Suddenly the (extremely) small artist/businessperson has the same advantage that larger stores do – instant and secure credit card approval. It’s so cute, too: I can’t wait to use my new toy! (And no, I’m not getting paid to advertise it. I just love the idea.)
Just under 3 weeks left to get ready for the show …. I’m working on my booth display now. I’ll post photos when I do the mock-up.

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Harborview Park, March 15, 2011

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 slightly out of date.)

It was 18°F when I woke up this morning, 23°F when I hit the beach around 8am, and by the time I limped home with frozen toes, it was a balmy 34°. The ice dripping down the concrete seawall from a storm drain looked like gargoyles:


But oh what a treasure trove I found today! You don’t really understand how much crap is in the ocean until you comb the same beach regularly. I was just here a few days ago, and yet look at all the new stuff. The special of the day was apparently old blue-and-white china. And my second marble ever (the first was plain white and unphotographable), and PINK sea glass! A little closer to broken glass than I’d like, but unquestionably pink. What a haul! I’m rubbing my hands together with glee as I survey the pile.

On the other hand, I think I have enough sea glass re-collected that I’d better get down to the business of setting up a new series of sea glass photos. I’m procrastinating for some reason.

Probably because I have yet to take a really great sea glass photo and I’m afraid that even with my fancy new camera it will elude me.  Humph. Fear of failure is such a lame excuse. Right-ho, first thing in the morning!


 One last ice photo:

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