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Maine: The Way Life Should Be

I realize I’ve been a bad blogger. I haven’t posted in over a month and in the blogosphere, that’s considered a major no-no. I could write a long list of what I’ve been up to, but those would just be sad excuses. So to make up for my sorry self, I’ve decided to post a series of photos I took while on a trip to one of my favorite places.

“It had rained on some vivid green ferns in Maine and it was quite beautiful. I was moving the camera slightly and studying the ground glass. Looking at those 20 square inches, trying to find out just what were the right elements to include.”
-John Sexton

Devouring the seashore in Kennebunkport, Maine

Finally made it to Portland, Maine after a few excursions along the southern coast

Down by the Old Port

Portland Head Light on Cape Elizabeth, Maine

The last two are taken with an iphone!

somewhere i have never travelled

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody, not even the rain, has such small hands

-e.e. cummings

Blossom by blossom the spring begins

For winter’s rains and ruins are over,
And all the season of snows and sins;
The days dividing lover and lover,
The light that loses, the night that wins;
And time remembered is grief forgotten,
And frosts are slain and flowers begotten,
And in green underwood and cover
Blossom by blossom the spring begins.

-Algernon Charles Swinburne

Good Day Sunshine

I need to laugh, and when the sun is out
I’ve got something I can laugh about
I feel good, in a special way
I’m in love and it’s a sunny day

Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine
Good day sunshine

-From “Good Day Sunshine” by the Beatles

It’s been 70 degrees in Boston two days in a row now. You can feel the excitement and joy in the air. This is one of my favorite times of the year. Bostonians come out from hibernation, bask in the sun, and tell themselves: “This is why I live in Boston and suffer the long winters-the beautiful 3 seasons ahead-Spring, Summer, and Fall.” At least that’s what I tell myself.