Silo and old barn on the edge of town.
Fall snuck up on me this year. Maybe I was just too busy to see it coming. There’s a heavy frost due in the morning. Geese mutter in the corn stubble. Continue reading
Silo and old barn on the edge of town.
Fall snuck up on me this year. Maybe I was just too busy to see it coming. There’s a heavy frost due in the morning. Geese mutter in the corn stubble. Continue reading
”Caesura” off the porch and on the trailer
“The Reveal” is the pivot point in a story when some crucial bit of information is suddenly uncovered. That detail changes the context of everything that happened before, and alters the path the story will take thereafter. I experienced a bit of a Reveal at MASCF this year. Though Caesura wasn’t finished, I’m very glad we brought it along – for many reasons, including some I hadn’t anticipated. Continue reading
”Marianne,” one of the Museum’s Log Canoes
How do you get a hundred or so independent-minded skippers to sail their boats in a tight formation in the same general direction for a few miles?
Tell them it’s a race. Continue reading
Blue Sky, Cream Sail, Crescent Moon
Fighting your way off the windward side of a dock is never easy, especially in a sailboat. Doing it with a dozen delicate wooden transoms hanging over the side, before your coffee has kicked in, is inadvisable. We tried anyway. Continue reading
Log Canoe “Edmee S.” during the race.
What a great weekend. Always is. With so much happening in just a few days, it will take several posts to do it any justice. It took three days just to go through all the photos. In the meantime, a large gallery of pictures has been uploaded here: