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Day 178 – Tuesday, April 3, 2012

“Line Dances, Wood Work and Sun Sets”

The frayed and braided bleach white cord stretches fifty-two feet from the back-porch corner of the house, out and over to a thirty-foot, spindly and less than perfect pine tree, twice.  It is four feet longer than a one-hundred foot spool can reach.  I’m not sure how that worked out but it is inconvenient when it has to be replaced, which is at least once a year.  I have a washer, but not a dryer.  Challenging over the winter but it is now more often slightly above freezing during most days, eliminating the need for draping spun but wet garments on every chair, couch and lampshade in the Keeper’s House.

I did laundry yesterday.  It reminded me how little of even the clothes I brought up here I actually wear, and how little I actually need.  Most people have too much stuff, myself included.  Living here, for the past six months, has shown me that.

The line is filled primarily with thermals.  Darkly dyed tops, bottoms, and socks.  The tops hang upside down, their arms flap lazily, willy-nilly, dangling like a scarecrows, waving at me as I stand, both them and me, taking in the salted air.  The bottoms wag, and kick at imaginary balls, bending at the knees, and occasionally at the waist when the wind shouts a gust from the water.  The socks do little really.  But I can watch them all, make half-hearted attempts to free themselves from their pinnings, and imagine if successful, they would jump into the red raspberry barren below and make for the woods, as fast as they could, only to ultimately discover they’re on an island, and there’s no real escape.

 

 

 

 

 

A tanker passes in front of Grand Manan Island, miles from my front yard, pulled mightily by a titan tug, cabled, a distance between the two that seems unfathomable and frankly, downright preposterous.  I always think about my Great Grandfather, Grandfather, and Uncles Tommy and George…all tugboat captains.

 

 

 

 

I worked for Norb again Saturday, stacking wood.  We finished six more pallets, giving him the fourteen he will need for next winter’s heat.  Hard labor, but I am grateful, for both the work and his company.

At the end of the day he, Stephen Cates, Anne McGhie, and Stephen’s constant companion Daisy helped me get another half ton of pellets onto the island.  Thanks so very much.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday’s sunset was one of the most amazing I’ve ever seen.  In my whole life.  Completely untouched snaps.  It actually just looked like that…and shot like that…mindblowing…(double click this one)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It snowed a bit, then hailed, then rain.  And a rainbow.  I just realized that’s why it’s called that…a rain-bow.  Usually they land someplace distant.  This one lands here, on Little River Island.

 

 

 

 

 

Thanks.  And the Light is on.  Good Enuf.

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13 Responses to “Day 178 – Tuesday, April 3, 2012”

  1. Dave Corbett says:

    Hi Billy,
    If I was presently teaching creative writing I would definitely use “line dancing” as an example of the use of “great descriptives”. As for your photography … amazing!
    Cheryl :)

  2. Anne McGhie says:

    I am so glad you caught that rainbow! We even had a snowbow on Monday – this is the place for them, we often get double and triple bows. One of my best photos is of a rainbow in the fog over Fairy Head… Your sunset shots are superb too, and your descriptive writings are always a gift to read – Thanks!

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      thanks anne! i look forward to seeing that shot. and look forward to doubles (which i’ve seen just not here), and a triple which i’ve never seen…

  3. elayne kitchen says:

    Surely a “KEEPER” …..love the way you write…..love you…..
    mb

  4. bill says:

    thanks mb

  5. Cheryl Crigger says:

    Love the sunset pictures, so peaceful & serene looking. Also, the rainbow one. Today is my birthday & I’m not feeling well, but the sunset pics helped.
    Thanks for all your work that you’re doing. God bless you with it.
    Cheryl

  6. Bill Kitchen says:

    thanks cheryl. sorry you’re not feeling well, but happy birthday. glad the pics helped. it means so much to me that you checked in. please continue to do that. and share the love.

  7. Seamond says:

    Happy Easter, Bill. Hope the bunny hops your way with lots of goodies this weekend. Your rainbow reminded me of the best one I ever saw, out of a fog bank and hovering over a buoy, looking like an artist placed it there. Then I got thinking that the Big Artist did place it there after all was said and done.

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      happy easter to you too. i am expecting the bunny. nice thought about the rainbow. and yes, the Big Artist does all this. truly amazing.

  8. Angie says:

    Beautiful pictures! (I don’t have a dryer either :)
    It was so good to meet you today! We will be out there soon. Please stop by anytime on your way to Machias.
    Happy Easter.

    • Bill Kitchen says:

      yes, that was nice. loved meeting you too. anytime you want to come out, just let me know. thanks for the email.

  9. Marjorie Hartnett says:

    Just finished reading the last two “posts” and again my heart is full from your writing and wonderful photos. You make me feel like I am sitting beside you, at the church and at the table. I can see my beloved Cutler Harbor……..and almost smell the salt air. Thank you so much. Marge

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