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The Mill Pond. Six thirty this morning, Wednesday, July 23, 2008.
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Gorgeous photo, you old coot.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008 at 06:35 PM
Thanks, Claire, you young whippersnapper. Now get off of my lawn!
Thursday, July 24, 2008 at 08:57 AM
Lance, I have tried many times to capture the essence of northeastern fog and have failed (altho I have one picture of the martello tower in St John's still in my camera ;-) )
You make me want to eBay my kit with this.
First off, where in the HELL did you find a rickety old grey railing that was still perfectly straight????
Friday, July 25, 2008 at 09:09 AM
The water is devine to float in.
Unfortunately too many people there take the Mill Pond for granted. If you stop you can see it has a life and solitude of its own.
Most of the locals I know love the Mill Pond, and use it for fishing, clamming, boat access and just looking at it from the dock even in the dead of winter.
I like swimming in it before AM coffee and at sunset when the ancient light of the sun cuts across the world revealing all its texture in deep gold and orange. I like seeing the salt grass bending in the wind from the surface of the water.
The "off cape boat people" all see it as a parking spot only. I get weird stares when swimming in it, I get asked is that water clean? "A- duh!!- The Town seeds the beds everyear for clamming and the clams are delicious." I say. That usually shuts them up and at the same time completely educates them. >>Kill 2 birds with every stone I say.
And I add: not on only one occasion have I caught one of these people coming back with a wet towel drapped over their backs after they had talked to me.
Back in the 20's you could always get a nice lobster out of her. Imagine that! walk down the street haul up your trap and have dinner!
Too often in the malestrom of civilization we make the mistake of making life artificial and shutting out the real life all around us. The Roman's made that mistake; so therein lies a tale.
Time to go jump off the dock again and let gravity do its work!
Uncle Merlin |
Friday, July 25, 2008 at 09:14 AM
I should stop by here more often. You're a wonderful writer.
The whole thing made me wonder if you have ever read D.F. Wallace's essay, E Unibus Pluram, which is ostensibly about the fiction writer's grappling with TV, but turns out to be the best piece of writing I've ever come across on the Great Tube of Learning's cultural impact, and has a wonderful little bit about fiction writers as spies. Lurkers, born watchers, voyeurs.
Thanks for the lovely AM imagery.
John Onorato |
Friday, July 25, 2008 at 10:30 AM
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