A Ship of Sea Smoke Spilling through. Didn't wait for the bridge to lift. Didn't care at all.
Frozen Fog
Frozen Fog
It is so cold it burns and from this tiny cove off Casco Bay all I can see is Australia.
It is so cold it burns and from this tiny cove off Casco Bay all I can see is Australia.
This is how you show me space, when you make the invisible visible and then I am left to guess at all that I cannot see.
This is how you show me space, when you make the invisible visible and then I am left to guess at all that I cannot see.
From Beneath To Above. And Back.
From Beneath To Above. And Back.
Memory from January 20, 2012
'If you cannot fly then run, if you cannot run then walk, if you cannot walk then crawl, but whatever you do keep moving forward.' Martin Luther King, Jr.
'If you cannot fly then run, if you cannot run then walk, if you cannot walk then crawl, but whatever you do keep moving forward.'
Martin Luther King, Jr.
The MaineWorks Circle was big this morning and was still looking for a few more employees to fill the requested jobs....
The MaineWorks Circle was big this morning and was still looking for a few more employees to fill the requested jobs.
Employees were asked 'What have you done in your life that you think is cool?'
We heard: I've traveled the world; I've traveled to every state in the nation, one young man has done so riding train car. Others have stayed at Van Gogh's apartment in France; had clearance to ride on a stealth bomber. Some employees mentioned moose hunting and pig hunting; fishing long line; long boarding; athletic pursuits. But these are the answers that stopped me in my track:
My sobriety.
My daughter.
My two children.
She Bellowed Her Hello
She Bellowed Her Hello
Memory from January 19th, 2012
Almost a cheeriness out here this morning. Despite the snowfall. And despite the cold.
Dear Anonymous,
Almost a cheeriness out here this morning. Despite the snowfall. And despite the cold. Mike has a job shoveling the sidewalk in front of a couple stores and quickly cuts a path, with chivalry, for me to walk from the street to the coffee shop door.
Sometimes it feels like a flock of hungry seagulls following. That Blueberry Coffee cake. These socks. Those coffee cards. Pants are flying out of the boxes and handwarmers too. This morning there is a general good cheer. Some of the guys don't ask for additional socks; they're all set from yesterday. Many are wearing the pants from yesterday.
This morning there is a sweetness. A less than desperate pathos to the morning. I cannot explain why.
In my imagination 'The Lost Boys' are comfy having breakfast and no one seems openly at odds with another. In this moment.
And the dear man inside clutching the side of his face is struggling. They all know him. He struggles with the government, and aliens, and agencies trying to access his mind. I can't imagine how terrifying it must feel for him.
But there are socks. And a coffee card.
And the sun rises despite it all.
Town Landing. Falmouth, Maine.
Town Landing. Falmouth, Maine.
Pancakes Served to the Seals at Sunday Brunch
Pancakes Served to the Seals at Sunday Brunch
Sunrise Over the Eastern Face of a Snowbank Somewhere.
Sunrise Over the Eastern Face of a Snowbank Somewhere.
Stirring it up on your way out.
Stirring it up on your way out.
I will never complain of the price of fish
I will never complain of the price of fish.
It was a Sunday Morning Pancakes With Syrup Sea
It was a Sunday Morning Pancakes With Syrup Sea.
And then there's this. A beautiful donation from someone half a nation away...
Dear Anonymous,
And then there's this. A beautiful donation from someone half a nation away who routinely contributes to offer coffee cards to folks on the streets of Portland, Maine ...and she mirrors back the words tattooed in my heart.
In. It. Together.
Thank you Dear Anonymous.
Women’s March Banner 2017. I made it. And I don’t feel any different now.
Women’s March Banner 2017. I made it. And I don’t feel any different now.
On the edge of the harbor you broke like ice; like a promise. You broke like a heart.
On the edge of the harbor you broke like ice; like a promise. You broke like a heart.
It is just about zero. No wind, thank god.
Dear Anonymous,
It is just about zero. No wind, thank god. And the footwarmers dropped off yesterday are a hit. I gaze down at the man wearing sneakers. The thermal socks along with these foot warmer insoles may get him through the day. Pants and socks and coffee cards. I found some compression tights on sale, an extra layer to help....some thermal shirts. Big, thick socks are just glorious to be able to hand out this morning.
Mike tells me he was out last night and a guy he was with was crying it was so cold. Crying. And this is as I am handing stuff out, which I cannot continue doing because my hands are pounding with pain from the cold. I would be that crying man. I would be raging for dawn to arrive and deliver enough warmth to deliver me from my pain. The cold would ruin me.
If you take a look at temperature it tends to drop to it's lowest just before dawn, which is when I am here. And it is a last straw sensation. Not too much chatter, it's just too cold. Everyone is working too hard to just be warm enough. They grab socks and a card and whatever and race in for a cup of hot coffee.
News of the World and Relief from the Coldest
News of the World and Relief from the Coldest