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August 31, 2012

Ends of the Earth Photo Hunt

Today is the due date for this month’s photo hunt with the theme “Ends of the Earth”.  I just finished my own photo-taking yesterday, so here I am creating my post on the due date.  It was back-to-school week here, so it has been busy, but I have just started taking peeks at the photo hunts that have been submitted so far.  If I haven’t been over to see yours yet, don’t fret – I will definitely be coming around to see them this weekend, and I hope to have a wrap-up  post completed before the long weekend is over.

You may remember back when I first announced this photo hunt that I mentioned that Provincetown, Massachusetts is the place that I’ve always considered to be “the end of the earth”.  If you are unfamiliar with P-town, it is the town at the very tip of Cape Cod, sticking out into the Atlantic Ocean:

I haven’t been back to Provincetown since I bought my Rebel, but I found a few shots that can help give you that end of the earth feeling in my archives.  A spit of land like this ( did you know this was actually the first landing place of the Pilgrims in 1620, not Plymouth, Ma, as many think of it to be?) needs lighthouses and Provincetown has a couple.

Long Point Lighthouse

Long Point Lighthouse

Race Point Lighthouse

Race Point Lighthouse

I remember wondering once if I could travel east along a line of latitude from Provincetown, what country would be the next land that I would encounter.  In my mind’s eye, I thought England or France.  I was very surprised to find out it would actually be Spain.  Hence the title of this photo looking east across the huge sand dunes of Provincetown:

Next Stop to the East? Spain!
“Next stop, Spain!”

Since this was a photo hunt, I was not content to hunt only in my archives.  While I was on vacation in Maine, I took some photos on a cloudy day of another place that could be an end of the earth.  The beach that we visit has a set of breakwaters that contain deep water for entry into a small harbor.


I’ve climbed these rocks since I was a child, and there is a certain feeling of isolation and end of the earth here.

I didn’t want to leave out the other possibility I mentioned for photo hunting in the original post – extremes.  The place that I live in doesn’t have much in the way of extremes, but I’ve always thought the top of our little mountain here in town was a very pretty place.  Our highest elevation is only 910 feet, but it made for pretty pictures as the sun began to go down.


These shots were taken on Peak Road here in town – apropos, no?


I hope you had fun with this month’s photo hunt.  I’m looking forward to coming around and seeing your posts this weekend.  I hope you get to enjoy the 3-day Labor Day weekend.

August 26, 2010

Visiting Southern Maine

As I may have mentioned once or twice, I have been visiting and loving the southern Maine area since I was a child.  I was very happy with the opportunity to share “my” place with you as the subject of Scott Thomas’s latest photo assignment, a travel photo essay.  I hope you enjoy your visit to the northernmost of the contiguous 48 states with me!

Piscataqua river bridge

The Piscataqua River Bridge connects the New Hampshire and Maine Turnpikes, both part of Interstate 95.  The bridge, which is 3/4 of a mile long and rises 135 feet above the river, first opened to traffic in 1972.  On summer weekends, the bridge carries over 100,000 cars a day between the two states. (pronounced: pis-CAT-ih-qwah)


A short distance past the bridge on Route 1 in Kittery, ME, you will find an absolute must of a stop! Members of this family have been genetically unable to pass by this sign without stopping in since the store‘s opening in 1986!

Hills Beach Mosiac

Hills Beach in Biddeford, ME is a quiet, private beach community.  Lined with condos, magnificent homes and beach cottages, it has been a family destination nearly every summer since I was a small child.  The waves are gentle at high tide, and at low tide the water virtually disappears beyond the small islands off shore, making for lots of exploration space and a sandbar that allows residents of Basket Island (square 5 above) to drive to shore!  The University of New England  makes its home on Hills Beach Road.  (All pictures here can be seen in a larger version on my Flickr page)

Wood Island Light

Wood Island is one of the islands easily visible from Hills Beach.  Located near the entrance to Biddeford Pool, Wood Island Light was built in 1839 and automated in 1986.  Its signal is alternating white and green light every 10 seconds.

Goat Island Light

Lighthouses are ubitquitous along the coast of Maine.  Not far from Hills Beach, in the village of Cape Porpoise, you will find Goat Island Light.  It was built in 1859 and automated in 1990.  Its signal is a white flash every 6 seconds.

Walker Point

Perhaps one of the most commonly photographed homes, Walker Point in Kennebunkport is the summer home of former President George H.W. Bush.  It was built in 1903 by George H. Walker.  George’s daughter, Dorothy, married Prescott Bush and Walker Point has remained in the Bush family ever since.  Dorothy and Prescott’s son, and then grandson, went on to become the 41st and 43rd Presidents of the United States.

Blowing Cave

In addition to the summer home of the former President, Kennebunkport also features a natural tourist attraction located across the little bay from Walker Point known as Blowing Cave.  When the right combination of tide level, cave fullness and wave speed combine, a beautful flume of water sprays out from this erosion-carved cave.  Obviously those factors were not coming together on the day I visited!

(This is a photo of the cave in action that I took back in 2006.  I have no idea what camera I was using at the time!)

I hope you’ve enjoyed learning a little bit about one of my favorite places!  Maine has so much more to offer (and I still have so many more pictures to share!) This photo essay is but a tiny fraction of the treasures found in this magical place.  I’ve been as far north in Maine as Bar Harbor (home of Acadia National Park) and enjoyed beauty in many spots along the way, yet Hills Beach is the place I return to again and again.  I thank my parents for introducing this place to me and hope that I’m instilling a similar love in my own family.