Summer ends, fading to a deepening season. Despite last weekend’s warm termperatures, which inspired the mosquitos in my backyard to rise from their torpor to a frenzy, summer’s memory will become winter’s distant dream.
I invite you to share a bit of summer in one of Maine’s rich places, Port Clyde on the St. George peninsula. Port Clyde has become an important locus of renewal for me over the past several summers, a haven of rich natural light and beauty unique to Maine. Scroll down, and if you wish to see a much larger and more comprehensive galley you can click here.
Most visitors see Port Clyde simply as a pass-through port on the way to Monhegan Island — Monhegan of the artists, Monhegan of the dreams. Port Clyde gives up its secrets more slowly than Monhegan, not yet wrapped in a big-art mythos, not yet gentrified or cute. Port Clyde is a working port first and foremost, and plans to stay that way for a long time to come.
Lobster boats are as ubiquitous in Port Clyde as skyscrapers are in Manhattan. They’re simply everywhere you look, tools of commerce at the heart of the economy. To shoot here one must cast aside limiting ideas of art high or low, and simply see that which is here now. Who knows how long this fishing economy will last?
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