Photo…Fruesday?
Yes, that sounds fabulous.
Fu Schnickens!
I’m not going to lie, this is pretty much a sister post, but that is beside the point.
I love…love living in lobster country, despite not actually eating lobster, ever.
Lobster is the cockroach of the sea as far as I am concerned. I love them, I believe them to be holy and radical, but I do not eat them. (Though, in truth, I would. When Zombies invade and I collect my loved ones from the far reaches of the nation and drag them all up to the family property in Maine, we will be living off Lobsters, Mussels, and Moose. And we will feast. Oh yes, we will feast.)
Still, I just don’t see the point in eating it now when I could just as easily eat Fried Clam Strips. For real.
To clarify, these two preceding photographs were taken at Woodman’s of Essex. The man wielding the lobsters was also wielding a knife the size of Calcutta and chopping, dicing, rendering, and cracking the ever living shit out of these crustaceans with abandon. There was a method to his madness. A method that, in all honesty, looked like so much fun that I nearly contemplated eating Lobster for the sheer sake of getting to crack and pummel it myself.
Perhaps, one day.
The rest of these shots are from Rockport.
I don’t believe I have ever been to Rockport before, but it was one of those definite “Must do’s” for the area. Much like Edgartown is to the Vineyard, Rockport is to the North Shore of Massachusetts. Quaint doesn’t even begin to explain the place. I enjoyed it for the sheer photographic apocalypse I wrought upon the location, but otherwise, without my camera, I would have been bored stiff by just shopping. I guess quaint shops where I don’t plan to buy anything only peak my interest so high before I realize, ‘hey, this shop is almost identical to the last twelve.’
My only complaint.
No offense to any of them.
The little nooks and crannies of the wharf were really interesting to capture on film, and the air had a truly unique perfume; a sort of milieu of seaweed, incense, fresh fudge, and tourism. A trio of road musicians played along the roadway where everyone walked, their finger picking skills unparalleled on any other wharf in Christendom.
Still, I preferred the imagery over the shoppery and the road showmanshipery…that’s just me though. I’m a Photo Geek, it’s been established.
This building reminded me of the run down buildings one expects in east bumf*ck Maine (where my mother’s side of the family hails). Yet, there it was in the midst of Seaside Tourist Mecca, rotting away amongst the lobster traps, buoys, and over priced Oil Painting Galleries. How truly revolutionary of this building, holding a peaceful sit-in despite the complaint of progress, leaving itself to the elements long enough to become a breathtaking piece of art in itself. Take that Pewter Shop and Country Store, take THAT Fudgery and most photographed building in the world! (See aforementioned sister post and you’ll get the reference.)
All right, I close this post with yet another self portrait. It’s becoming a bit of a habit here in Caitland. What can I say? Windows and interesting composition usually have their way with me, it’s no fault of my own. It’s the muse…yeah! The muse! Or something else pretentious.
There you have it, a Photo Fruesday like there never has been.
Well, has there ever been a Photo Fruesday?
I shall check on that before I make such claims. Be well readers, fair and noble readers.
Adieu.
