Schooners
like giant white caterpillars
wrapped for the winter
Camden Harbor, Maine
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“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
Perfect description.
ReplyDeleteToo 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!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kate.
Deletewhen 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.
ReplyDeleteAh, what your imagination can conjure . . .
DeleteCaterpillars indeed : )
ReplyDeleteThe mast appears to be a lifeline for the ailing ship.
ReplyDeleteI also imagine something quite sinister living in that ship's hull. : (
Getting to be an iconic Maine winter image.
ReplyDeleteNow I've sort of noticed those wrapped boats before, but never poetically, as you saw them...
ReplyDeleteGreat little capture.
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