One of the reasons fishermen need access to the waterfront, threatened by development and gentrification.
Reflections at Berlin Mills Wharf
The pattern of refections mesmerizes me. Makes me dizzy. I often feel a vertigo peering into the reflections between the wharves where light and water become animated with a never ceasing display, that will never repeat itself.
Berlin Mills Wharf Reflection
Lobster boats and their gear are reflected and transformed on the water surface between wharves in a never ending ballet of patterns. This is a straightforward image; no filters, photoshop or manipulations. It is what it is.
Reflections: Berlin Mills Wharf
Lobster boat, gear, light and wander conspire to create a ceaseless dance of patterns. This is a straightforward image of a reflection.
Two Seagulls and a Crane.
Merrill Wharf near the Portland Fish pier. Portland, Maine
Heroes of the Working Waterfront
Net repair on Merrill Wharf, Portland, Maine.
Net Repair on the Desert of Merrill Wharf, Portland,Maine.
Captain and crew with the help of a crane service, service fishing nets.
On any given morning. Commercial Street. Portland, Maine.
There is a woman who had a daughter that used to be on the streets. She died not far from these streets. She made it her mission to collect and backpacks for people living out here. And we did our best to get them to folks who needed them. #maggiesmission
Fish Shacks at Willard Beach South Portland, Maine
It was cold. Below zero with a fierce wind blowing the sea smoke out to sea.Thermal underwear. Down jackets (notice the plural). Snow overalls. Impeccable boots. Heavy insulated socks. Rechargeable hand warmers set on high in the pockets of my third jacket layer. Neck Gator. Hat. Check.
But epic fail of forgetting the thin gloves I use in combination with the pocket warmers to get through a morning like this.
It's not that I didn't know what to expect.
By the time I tried to frame a few images the bitter cold was no longer cold. It was pain. Sheer pain pounding up to my wrists.
The other photographer out there at the same time attempting to be friendly? I apologize. I was in such pain I could no longer see. I could no longer think. I didn't have the bandwith to even be kind. I needed to get to my car asap.
The lesson. Pain evaporated my ability to see. Evaporated my ability to respond to kindness.
I raced to the car best I could and cried and cried and cried waiting for the pain to subside. Which it did.
And I am left with this lesson.
Love at first sight. Love at first light.
Today is a cold and grey January day filled with freezing rain but for a moment this morning the sky was enormously beautiful. Generously beautiful. So beautiful. And deeply humbling and all I could think is how, how could I do to give back? This was an enormous gift and how can I possibly give back to this degree? To those that much is given, much will be asked.
One of Mike's greatest joys is giving toys to the children of folks living at the shelter.
Mike, chronically homeless, loved offering the toys we were able to collect to his ‘kids’ at the shelter. Lifting their spirits for just a bit. He is loved there as Uncle Mikey.
Moonflower
At first light in the nursery, songs would be sung.
Charles
Charles is not homeless but he lives close to the streets. Collecting returnables. Picking up what is cast aside. Redistributing. He is a lovely man. His nickname, an affectionate one, is The Gnome.
Poppy
from Skillin’s Greenhouse, Falmouth, Maine
Goddess of Coastal Bait Company, Portland Maine.
She’s as kick ass as she is kind. Truly a Hero of the Working Waterfront.
He told a story. Heartbreaking. And full of love.
We lost this man this past year. A loss to anyone who knew him. May you know peace. May you have known love.
Outside the Welder's Shop
It’s always what’s left behind that tells an unspoken story.
That You Called Me
Something forlorn about a drifting fishermans’ glove.
Horizon at First Light, Floating
Winter marina at dawn.
Winter Marina
Winter Marina