I know what you're going to say . . . can't you post anything else but Maine photos. Well, this is just about the end of that series from my Maine trip. However, I did want to share Eggmoggin Reach, if for no other reason than because it's such a cool name. It's basically a mile wide body of water between the mainland and Deer Isle. At least I'm fairly sure that's what it is. How it got its name, I don't know.
Just so you know I haven't gone wacko and have nothing to post but Maine images, I am going to have some of my slides from two and three years ago that I took while trapsing through the Great Smoky Mountains scanned and I'll post them soon. I was looking back through them the other day and saw some gorgeous fall colors and said surely my followers just might want to see these and I'll bet they would welcome the change in scenery. I'll get that done this week. In the meantime, please enjoy the last of my Maine images.
I agree, they are beautiful. Hey, I live here, and love to see good Maine photos!
ReplyDeleteLovely shots Carol....You can never have too many water shots!!! Love the water :)
ReplyDeleteDan Fogelberg lived on Deer Isle, a coastal island very near Bar Harbor, Maine. His song The Reach is about the body of water called Eggemoggin Reach which separates the island from the mainland. In his song The Minstrel he sang of sailing on this reach and mentioned nearby Jericho Bay.
ReplyDeleteThe Reach by Dan Fogelberg
It's Maine, and it's Autumn, the birches have just begun turning
It's life and it's dying the lobstermen's boats come returning…with the catch of the day in their holds
And the young boy is cold and complaining
The fog meets the beaches and out on the Reach it is raining
It's father and son, it's the way it's been done since the old days
It's hauling by hand ten miles out from the land where their chow waits
And the days are all lonely and long and the seas grow so stormy and strong but...
The Reach will sing welcome as homeward they hurry along
(Chorus)
And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul
The wind brings a chill, there's a frost on the sill in the morning
It creeps through the door
On the edge of the shore ice is forming
Soon the northers will bluster and blow
And the woods will be whitened with snowfall
And the Reach will lie frozen for the lost and unchosen to row
(Chorus)
And the morning will blow away as the waves crash and fall
And the Reach like a siren sings as she beckons and calls
As the coastline recedes from view and the seas swell and roll
I will take from the Reach all that she has to teach to the depths of my soul…