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Too bad that summer has to end. PS. I read a very nice book review of your latest publication in last Sunday's New York Times Book Review Children's section. Kudos!
when we lived in portland i always thought the winter-wrapped boats looked like giant cocoons and feared what might hatch from them come spring. haha.
Ah, what your imagination can conjure . . .
Caterpillars indeed : )
The mast appears to be a lifeline for the ailing ship. I also imagine something quite sinister living in that ship's hull. : (
Getting to be an iconic Maine winter image.
Now I've sort of noticed those wrapped boats before, but never poetically, as you saw them...
Great little capture.
“Maybe we’re here only to say: house, bridge, well, gate, jug, olive-tree, window--at most, pillar, tower--but to say them, remember, oh! to say them in a way that the things themselves never dreamed of so intensely.” --Rilke
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