Maine
First wife Diane and I travel the Maine coast. In late September of 1968 we travel from a still hot and muggy Washington D. C. into an early New England Fall. Blue skies, changing leaves, and keen sea air fills our young lungs and quicken our hearts. Fellow Navy photographer Bart Clapsaddle and his wife Jeanie lead the way. Diane and I are two California kids being introduced to the wonders of down east. In a 1965 VW bug with a luggage rack full of camping gear, two sailors and their wives camp on beaches and stay in quaint wood-heated cabins. We lean about wine and cheese and find it better than beer and chips. First taste of lobster comes from the fisherman's hand and is cooked in outside our tent in a pot of seawater. Clam chowder is discovered in a fisherman's cafe, and no soup since has been as good. On the West Coast Diane I had grown up on tacos, now we are young adults who live on lobster rolls and breath crisp Atlantic air. It’s as if we’ve come to tour a quaint and foreign land that makes Orange County seem a spoiled land of plastic glitter.
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I see this scene and call it Donna Marie's World. It strikes me as an Andrew Wyeth composition. In his famous painting Wyeth placed Chistina in the foreground but I place the boat leaving the page. Like the crippled Christina Olson crawling a Maine field home, this craft called the Donna Marie is stranded in the mud as it waits the rising tide.
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