Friday, May 31, 2013
After a full day of cleaning, packing and saying goodbye to the island, we are ready to go back home. Lucy the dog is not excited about getting on the ferry, and may have to be carried on board in her kennel, Cleopatra-style.
This woman sometimes comes to the ferry and plays a sea-chanty on her accordian for those departing the island. Where else would this happen? Anyway, it's great fun, and makes people want to come back, I'm sure.
Well, we have to go. We may not ever be able to do something like this again, but the fact that we got to do is at all is really quite fantastic.
Thursday, May 30, 2013
I just liked the idea of being able to view the ocean through the window of this house. I think this was/is a family summer home. No doubt many people have stood at the window and gazed out at the ocean view over the years.
This afternoon we said goodbye to new friends, Sue and Anneliese. We hope to catch up with them some time in the future--each is from Vermont. Before coming to the island this month, I had done a lot of thinking about ageing, and especially how, as we grow older, we are not expected to be courageous--we are no longer warriors, culturally speaking. But that's not true. Sue and Anneliese are warriors.
Wednesday, May 29, 2013
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Monday, May 27, 2013
On the dock, at the ferry landing. The road on the left leads up to what's happening on Monhegan--Main street and the store, library, etc. But for this strange and fleeting moment, what? Serious Fire Postential, and a gas can full of gas--oh, the irony. I passed it at my own risk, and lived to tell.
Sunday, May 26, 2013
Two fishermen live here--a husband and wife team, although the wife is now having to go to the mainland with her son so that he can attend high school. It must be really hard to maintain these two separate lives. They come home to the island on week-ends, when they can. Anyway, I love the fisherman's gear, and laundry, up high, like flags.
Saturday, May 25, 2013
I have painted this house in several different views over the past few years. I like the way it just kind of peeks up over the rocks and brambles, revealing its interesting roof line. There are always a few white adirondaks in the yard, waiting for someone to come and claim them for a nap, or for gazing at the harbor.