Where there is water, there must also be bridges. The graceful suspension bridge connecting the mainland with Deer Isle has a certain spidery strength and beauty. The bridge seems very narrow, however, so you can’t do much gawking as you drive across.
Archive for July 6th, 2012
Being a landlubber, I’m fascinated by boats and water. As Kish and Richard will attest to their dismay, I could sit and watch boats for hours, whether they are drifting at anchor or cutting through the water on the way to a nearby dock. When we visited Stonington yesterday, there was lots of activity on the water that caught my eye.
Our cottage in Blue Hill has a great front porch, with a fine view of a tidal inlet. The other day I sat on the porch and watched three people in a rowboat traverse the waters. The rower bent to her task, the oar paddles flashed in the sunlight, and the craft skimmed across the surface, all to a marvelous rhythm. It made me want to get into a boat and put my back into some rowing.