Wednesday, October 31, 2012

#446: Signs of the Storm

No need for a sign to say the Fast Ferry 
has been cancelled:
Look at that splash!

'Paranormal Activity' 
couldn't be seen due to...

Paranormal storm surge behind the Dreamland.

Fog Island was closed,
the soups weren't back till 8 am Tuesday.

Ropes prevent the sign from 'sailing'.

The saddest sale. 

Grand Union is closing.
What will the Boat Basin folk do for groceries?
Here's hoping it's replaced by
another grocery store.
See the whale on the back wall
 sail away.

Monday, October 29, 2012

#445: Footsteps in the sea

A hymn verse, 
illustrated by the surf at Fisherman's and Surfside Beach
during Hurricane Sandy:

God moves in a mysterious way

His wonders to perform

He plants His footsteps in the sea

 And rides upon the storm

#444: Hurricane Sandy on Nantucket

Woohoo! We love storms out here!
This is Main Street,
although only the liquor and drug stores are open,
Everyone is in town.
It's like the Fourth of July.
Schools are closed.
We're all here to see:
The flooding on Steamboat Wharf

Stubby's sandbags, 
see how the trees are blowing.

 Also David.

Surf splashing up over the Yacht Club bulkhead.

Easy Street basin.
The 007 dingy still floats.

Looking toward the White Elephant Hotel
from the Town Docks.

The Gazebo, surrounded.

 Brant Point Coast Guard, ready to serve.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

#443: Finding Serenity: Psalm 42:5

Why my soul, are you downcast?
Why so disturbed within me?

Put your hope in God,
for I will yet praise him,
My Savior and my God.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

#442: duck silhouette

A quiet evening walk along the harbor.
Starting at the boat basin

The duck pond beside Washington Street,
from the walking path side.
I used to bring my kids here to toss bread
to the ducks. Until the ducks got too aggressive.
I like them better this way.

 Ducks in silhouette.

The path is so quiet but right next to the road.
The island is full of these quiet side paths. 

The tunnel back to civilization.

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

#441: Big Ocean, Little Boat

The Ruthie B dragger is 77 feet long.
That's big in my book.
She's a whole world in herself.
Tied up at the town dock.

The nets.

The net repair kit.

Looking down into the hold.
There's lots of ice and fish down there!

Also lobster.
An immensely popular item at our fish market.
Thanks, Captain Bill.

The dining room.
Note the condiments safely held in place.
The seas are not always smooth.

A door that can keep out the sea.

His t-shirt says 'Pain is good.'

Captain Bill Blount weighing up a catch.
Brant Point lighthouse is pretty but...

A well-worn box
and a bit of hand-repaired net
has a beauty that touches the soul.

Friday, October 12, 2012

#440: Madaket Harbor, Off-season

Off-season is scallop season
and Madaket is the place to be this year.
Full baskets on opening day.

Lots of chatting out there...

Some scallops didn't make it to the dinner table.

Long sunny beach days are over:
A blue plastic crab waits for the
return of the summer folk.

But winter has its compensations.
Say hello to this blue-eyed beauty.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

#439: Island Happy

Happy times on Nantucket:
Susan's perfect find at the Take it or Leave it.
Does your town have one of these?
Ours is at the dump.

David's annual indulgence,
a rented convertible to go to the county fair
(which is only 8 miles out of town).

Timothy+ sprinkler=happy.

Bobbing in the surf.

And my happy time,
watching the sunrise with a cup of coffee,
and David.

From the rising of the sun,
until its going down,
the Lord's name is to be praised.

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

#438: Family Scalloping

Off-season perk: family scalloping.
Time to drag out the rake from under the shed,
grab your dad's old clam basket with tire tube
(needing air, it's an old tube),
and head to the beach.

No bikinis in sight.
But warm enough to skip the waders
if you're so inclined.

David spent hours making this viewing box.
As it turns out, they were so thick
he didn't even need it.
Be sure to tie your basket to yourself
so it doesn't float away...

 Wives who don't scallop, wait and watch.
I counted 25 people raking,
I was told there were 50 earlier.

Shouted out on the way in:
'Hey there woman! Now I want me some
chowder and sex.'
(No, it wasn't David,
 and don't you start a rumor that it was)

The sea's bounty,
both beautiful and scrumptious.
Thank you, Lord. 

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