Hauling lobsters off the dock. Watching a crab pick his way through the seaweed under the walkway. All-you-can-drink iced tea and Wi-Fi in a place you have been coming since you had delayed-start Wednesdays in high school; and not being charged because you still know the barista -- he was named best eyes in his high school class. Duck fat-fried fries with truffle ketchup and making little girls squeal as you photograph their lavendar-frosted vanilla cupcakes.
Vodka made from local potatoes and spring water, bottled like Chopin and handled like a newborn. Fried clams, crab rolls and a Maine root beer with Dad.Be thankful you can always go home again. And that black flies are so annoying that you have to run faster in the mornings to escape them -- so that second (and third) helping doesn't feel as sinful later on.
But getting around the card side of this day: lobster pots. The lobstermen around Quahog Bay have banded together to sell placemats with the pictures of their pots -- and boat names. This symbol of the working water would be a beautiful picture -- and one that supports a critical industry -- plus a tourist draw. An interesting partnership idea for the future -- small, local industries and giving their cause a chance to be seen around the world, via cards.
Also, picked up some photo cards by Stacey Cramp -- a beautiful set of coastal works by this photographer who lives in Portland and went to Bates.
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