A brief departure from steam and grit.
Saturday, April 5.
Taken at Lakeside Park on the shores of Lake Winnebago, Fond du Lac, Wisconsin.
Yes, that is ice. Lots of it.
I have been to Maine before, but only on a pass-through basis. My favorite time was a border crossing from Quebec years ago: one guy, a little cabin, requisite flags, and thick woods all around You could easily have walked across the border 50 feet on either side of the guard-hut and no one would have been the wiser.
However, if the myriad yellow caution signs were to be believed, the place was evidently overrun with moose . So maybe those woods were saturated with guard-mooses.
Uh-oh.
“A Møøse once bit my sister …”
Wabi Sabi drags herself back to the task at hand…
Before I go wandering off again, let me get to my point…and I do have one.
I am a huge fan of Edward Hopper and driving through southern Maine felt like I was moving around on the edges of one of his paintings.
Leading me to the following:
Overcome with excitement, I messaged two of my friends to announce that I had just photographed a Hopper lighthouse.
Except…I didn’t.
This is the Nubble or Cape Neddick Lighthouse in York Beach, Maine. It’s not one that Hopper painted, though the components are all familiar.
A different crop, looking for the most “Hopperesque” effect:
I keep returning to my books on Hopper to see if MAYBE I missed this particular picture, but I didn’t. It matters not. As far as I’m concerned, this is still a Hopper lighthouse. He just didn’t get around to painting it in his lifetime.
If you are still gnawing on the Monty Python/Holy Grail opening moose credits, let me help you out:
“A Møøse once bit my sister …
No realli! She was Karving her initials on the møøse with the sharpened end of an interspace tøøthbrush given her by Svenge – her brother-in-law – an Oslo dentist and star of many Norwegian møvies: “The Høt Hands of an Oslo Dentist”, “Fillings of Passion”, “The Huge Mølars of Horst Nordfink”.”