It’s the morning of Saturday, December 1, and we’re looking southwest over Great Cove toward some of the smaller islands in Eggemoggin Reach.
We can’t help wondering what JMW Turner, the patron saint of nautical light lovers, would do with this scene. Brush in a ship of the line in slack wind? No; too much; not apt. A silhouetted hint of a Friendship sloop still fishing the cold waters? Uh-uh; distracting. We decide that grumpy Joe would smile, take a few notes, sketch a few lines, and keep the scene as a memory, unchanged. (Brooklin, Maine)