Part 4 in my series Photography Over Time.
Maine
White Pelicans – “Ding’ Darling Wildlfe Refuge
Lovers – “Ding” Darling Wildlife Refuge
Sunrise – Bombay Hook NWR
Seattle Skyline
Vermont Woods
Part 4 in my series Photography Over Time.
Maine
White Pelicans – “Ding’ Darling Wildlfe Refuge
Lovers – “Ding” Darling Wildlife Refuge
Sunrise – Bombay Hook NWR
Seattle Skyline
Vermont Woods
Part 3 in my series of Photographs Over Time.
Cape Elizabeth Lighthouse, Maine (2016)
Yellow-headed Blackbird – Yellowstone Park (2014)
Atlantic Puffins – Machias Island, Maine (2007)
Sandhill Cranes – Bosque del Apache NWR, New Mexico (2007)
Lady Slippers (2017)
The Palouse (2017)
I have never lived in Maine, but if you follow and read my blog posts, you know that it’s one of my favorite destinations. It’s scenic, for my photographic endeavors, and it has the inner aura of a place I’d like to live. Shepard’s Bay, a fictional coastal town in Maine, is divided. There are lifelong locals, mostly lobster fishermen and there are the wealthy newbies who are getting prime real estate to build their large new home. It’s also driving up real estate values, forcing many long-time local folks to worry about their future. It’s the type of situation where resentment can easily build up. When a wealthy teenager, Dakota James, goes missing followed by two teenage girls, life in town soon changes.
The Perfect Daughter is a twisty story of a town divided by financial status and secrets, plenty of secrets: love affairs, drugs, wild parties, jealousy, gossip, regrets, and more.
The two teen girls, Katie, from the poor side of town, and Willow, from the wealthy side, have become best friends. After Katie’s disappearance, Ilsa, Katie’s mother is in a panic. A search party is formed and two days later Katie’s found, though bruised, bloodied and with a loss of memory. But where is Willow? The local police, led by Karl, Ilsa’s high school sweetheart, is overwhelmed by this type of situation. He toughest job ususally is handing out parking tickets. Ilsa’s husband, Ray, is a drunk and rarely ever around.
As one secret is revealed, a new layer of secrecy pops up. The secrets, the twists, and turns continue throughout this multifaceted and riveting tale of small-town life on the brink. Author Joseph Souza knows how to keep you on the edge, and just when you think you have it figured out, he smacks you with another twist that leaves you misdirected and wanting for the answers.
I have been sharing photographs on Facebook over the past few weeks, hoping to bring a small ray of happiness during troubling times. Posted below are some of my works taken over time.
Orca Sunset – Washington State
Fox – South Beach, San Juan Islands
Yellowstone Park (2014)
Little Blue Heron – Corkscrew Swamp Sanctuary, Naples, Fl. (2015)
Skagit River – Washington State (2018)
Maple Syrup – Vermont (2015)
Part Four of my Autumn in Maine series.
On the Road to Arcadia
Autumn Drive
Owl’s Head Lighthouse
Somesville, Maine
More photographs from a recent trip to Maine. Check out Autumn in Main – Part One here.
Arcadia National Park
Northeast Creek
Flowers – Bar Harbor
Northeast Creek
A few photographs from a recent trip to Maine, More to come.
Arcadia National Park
Fallen Leaves
Camden, Maine
Dinghies
Today, being the first day of Autumn, I thought I’d share a few photographs I’ve taken over the years.
Back in 2007, my wife and I were on one of our trips to Maine. One of our stops was a day trip to Eastport which we learned is the most eastern point of the United States. It’s a neat little town and upon our arrival came upon an unexpected surprise.
Strolling down Water Street, the seaside town’s main street, you get a beautiful view of the Atlantic, and New Brunswick, Canada across the waters. As we walked along we came across S. L. Wadsworth and Son, a local hardware store. There’s nothing special about it except that along with the usual hardware items you’d expect to find in a hardware store window there was a collection of paperback books for sale. The books are all by one author… Sarah Graves. Neither my wife nor I could claim familiarity with Sarah Graves or her work. Avid readers, we went inside and checked out the books. It turns out Sarah Graves is a mystery writer! Perfect!
Both of us are always willing to check out an author new to us so we purchased two paperbacks. The woman behind the counter asked if we would like to meet the author and have her autograph the two books. Seriously? In a hardware store? We willingly agreed and followed her to the back and up a circular staircase (being a reader of mysteries and suspense my mind quickly began to churn wondering, for a moment, if would be the last time anyone will see us alive!) At the top of the stairs, sitting at a desk we were introduced to Sarah Graves. She greeted us and thanked us for buying her books. We chatted for a few minutes; she signed the books and posed for the photo above.
We left with our new books, happy with the chance encounter, a pleasant surprise and an unexpected treat to our trip.
Sarah Graves is Eastport’s local celebrity and like her fictional home repair sleuth, Jacobia (Jake) Tiptree is a home fixer upper. Both are ex-New Yorker’s and both Sarah and the fictional Jake frequent the hardware store. As one would expect Sarah’s books do well in town with the locals and bring plenty of tourist to the area.
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