It lifted off from a chair-back,
Beating a smooth course for the right window
And clearing the sill of the world.
- Richard Wilbur, "The Writer"
Showing posts with label Portland Maine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Portland Maine. Show all posts
Friday, May 20, 2011
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Different shades of the sea
Seen around Portland, Maine...
When sitting on a bench along the Eastern Promenade:

From a walk along Willard Beach:

On a boat coasting among the islands of the Casco Bay:

And from the Western Promenade, the first day of the visit, when everything was a melting misty gray:
When sitting on a bench along the Eastern Promenade:
From a walk along Willard Beach:
On a boat coasting among the islands of the Casco Bay:
And from the Western Promenade, the first day of the visit, when everything was a melting misty gray:
Labels:
colors,
ocean,
photography,
photos (mine),
Portland Maine,
water
Thursday, June 24, 2010
From the mind of Lemuel Moody
The Portland Observatory is the last of its kind in the US - an old maritime signal tower, now preserved as a museum and as a great viewing spot overlooking Portland, Maine and the adjacent water and land.

Before new technology came along and made it obsolete, you stood at the top with a telescope, sighted approaching ships, and used flags to signal how many and which kinds of ships were coming, so people on the docks could get ready for the arrival and the unloading of cargo.

It was constructed and initially manned by a retired sea captain, Lemuel Moody. An enterprising and meticulous individual, he lived nearby with his wife and brood, who spent significant chunks of their childhood running up and down the stairs:

These days, along with footsteps, other sounds you hear regularly from the stairs are the words "watch your head", followed by a loud hollow thud.
The lovely views make up for the minor headaches.


You can also spot patterns that at ground-level would go unnoticed.

And once you're back on the ground, don't forget to look up.
Before new technology came along and made it obsolete, you stood at the top with a telescope, sighted approaching ships, and used flags to signal how many and which kinds of ships were coming, so people on the docks could get ready for the arrival and the unloading of cargo.
It was constructed and initially manned by a retired sea captain, Lemuel Moody. An enterprising and meticulous individual, he lived nearby with his wife and brood, who spent significant chunks of their childhood running up and down the stairs:
These days, along with footsteps, other sounds you hear regularly from the stairs are the words "watch your head", followed by a loud hollow thud.
The lovely views make up for the minor headaches.
You can also spot patterns that at ground-level would go unnoticed.
And once you're back on the ground, don't forget to look up.
Labels:
boats,
communication,
flags,
history,
landmarks,
ocean,
photography,
photos (mine),
Portland Maine,
tower,
view
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