... i met up with eric in brunswick and together we wandered down to pemaquid for a little visit with the sea ...
... it was a beautiful day for motorcycling, made even more so by the fact that it was equally enjoyable to walk slowly across the hundreds of millions of years of compressed and folded layers of metamorphic rock that make up the point ... note: if bristol, maine, collected a dime for every photograph of the lighthouse that was taken from the "reflecting puddle" the town would probably never again have to collect taxes from the residents ... there are photographers who come from the far corners of the earth to set up their tripods on this spot ... (i'm so lucky) ...
... same spot, same eyes, same lens, different vision ...
... odd, how long ago before pressing the shutter button i would so very patiently wait for all the people to disappear from the scene ... now, it seems, i find pemaquid needs us as much as we do it ...
... in michener's "centennial" lame beaver is consoled by his uncle, "only the rocks live forever ... only the rocks live forever" ... pemaquid point is a place to let go of time and remember this ...
... i hope all of you reading this sometime take a little wanderabout of your own down to pemaquid point ... even if i'm not there, i will meet you ...