Photogravure

On vacation in Boothbay Harbor

... a close-up look at seaworthy composition

by Don Norris



In two nights at Maine's Boothbay Harbor, I managed to take some 225
photos. Here's a sample of what Lorry and I saw -- during the first half. The
fellow rowing the dinghy is a private (probably retired) fisherman, who moors
overnight at the TugBoat Inn, downtown. His boat is only 60 yards out, but the
mooring charge includes a room, protection and a place to park.



Is there beauty in a dinghy? If the light is right, the place is attractive, and
there's a photographer around, you bet -- there is beauty in form, light and
color.



This down-Maine lobsterman was showing off his catch, and agreed to have this
classic photo taken. It worked, the picture is interesting, he is a handsome
dude, his catch is rather on the spectacular side -- so the resulting photo
deserves good space.



Speaking of good food, here's a sampling of what Lorry and I ate at Robinson's
seafood shack: At the left are farm-raised oysters, for which I shelled out $18;
then there is the main course, which was again oysters, but fried -- just
delightful and more reasonably priced than coming on the halfshell. At the right
are absolutely fantastic sea scallops. Lunch was something like sixty-five
bucks, including a handsome tip for the college-bound waitress.



This is what happens when one gets up at dawn -- it is one of dozens of
beautiful views around Boothbay Harbor. I found the light intriguing, but did
come back late that afternoon to catch rays from a low-setting sun. (There's not
enough room in this issue for all those photos, so if the editors agree, I'll do
a second issue next month).



If you're perpetually in a fog, this is probably what you'll see on a misty morn
in Boothbay Harbor.



See that faint rope line behind the dockmaster's boat? It's about 60 feet long,
has a lobster trap on the far end, while the front (where the lobster-buoy is)
is lashed to an oarlock. The story is that a young lobsterman laid two such
traps in the dockmaster's mooring area, which would be disaster if some $300,000
boat sucked up that leisure rope. So the man hauled both traps out of harm's
way, while madder'n a wet hen.




The dockmaster at work ... makes for classic pictures on a foggy morn.



Reflections on a gray day in Maine. In less than 30 minutes, the sun burst out
and melted the fog away. Absolutely beautiful, like this ...



This is Boothbay Harbor ...



... coming out of the fog. To be continued ...



Addendum: And finally, this flick was scheduled for Page One, but, as we approached deadline, Stringer Carole Tate produced several photos of local youngsters at a summer party. When it comes down to it, pictures of our children will always beat pretty harbor scenes.  

Don Norris.



August 6, 2010


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