Book of Days
BOOK OF DAYS: A POET AND NATURALIST TRIES TO FIND POETRY IN EVERY DAY
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Posted with BlogsyAugust 28: From Mount Philo
Kristen Lindquist
Down on Lake Champlain
two sailboats tack all morning:
imagine their view.
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| View from Mount Philo, VT, of Lake Champlain and the Adirondacks |
August 10: Up Mount Battie
Kristen Lindquist
We played tourist today. Sailed on the Schooner Surprise this morning out of Camden Harbor with (almost) my whole family, to celebrate my mother's birthday. Then we all enjoyed an al fresco lunch together on the river: lobster rolls and whoopie pies. Later, my husband and I hiked out our front door and up Mount Battie in nearby Camden Hills State Park, making the most of this long, sunny summer Sunday and a rare day off together.
Familiar trails,
same vireo singing--
you still laugh at my stories.
Familiar trails,
same vireo singing--
you still laugh at my stories.
July 14: Sailing in sun and fog
Kristen Lindquist
My friend Jacob took me out in his sailboat today, a J40 named Ex Libris. We sailed from Rockland Harbor out to the Fox Islands Thorofare between North Haven and Vinalhaven, and then back to her home mooring in Camden Harbor. The fog settled in by the time we'd sailed past the Rockland Breakwater. We sailed on through it out to the islands, where it was a perfect, sunny summer day, then back through the fog bank to reach home, where the sun was also shining.
Sailing through the fog, with only the radar to tell you where you are, there's a sense of existing very much in the present. No geographic borders seem to exist and space seems transient, shifting with the waves and wind. I was reminded (in both a literal and figurative way) of the classical Japanese Buddhist concept of "the floating world," which refers to the ephemerality of our dream-like material existence.
Sailing through the fog, with only the radar to tell you where you are, there's a sense of existing very much in the present. No geographic borders seem to exist and space seems transient, shifting with the waves and wind. I was reminded (in both a literal and figurative way) of the classical Japanese Buddhist concept of "the floating world," which refers to the ephemerality of our dream-like material existence.
No horizon here,
just sea and fog--
our own floating world.
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| Fog bank and clouds above North Haven |
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| Camden Hills |
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| Boat in fog |
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| Approaching Camden Harbor |
July 1: Hot night out
Kristen Lindquist
Went out with a girlfriend for dinner and a gab session. Sat on the harborside deck of Peter Ott's in Camden, where we watched the daysailers head out for sunset cruises and enjoyed the breeze off the water at the end of a long, sultry day.
Sailboats motor out
to catch the breeze.
Conversation turns to sex.
Sailboats motor out
to catch the breeze.
Conversation turns to sex.