In the Right Place: Veterans Day

I salute my fellow veterans with these stirring images taken at Arlington National Cemetery. They show the military funeral ceremony of a close friend and professional colleague, Donald Green, formerly a Lt. Colonel in the Marine Corps.

Don received “Military Funeral Honors with Funeral Escort,” including a caparisoned (riderless) horse with reversed boots in the stirrups to symbolize a leader who always looks back on his troops:

This Military Funeral Honors with Funeral Escort ceremony is one of the three military ceremonies offered veterans at Arlington. It includes a casket team (bearers/pallbearers of body or ashes); flag-draped coffin on a wheeled caisson; firing party; taps bugler; folding and presentation of the U.S. flag to family or other designees; a military band, and a military marching element of troops from the deceased’s service, the size of which varies by rank of the deceased. It is reserved for the highest enlisted military members and officers and service members regardless of rank who receive the Medal of Honor, who were prisoners of war (POWs) or who were killed in action, may receive military funeral honors with funeral escort.

Arlington also offers “Armed Forces Funeral Honors,” which are the same as the above military funeral honors with funeral escort, with the exception that escort platoons from each of the military services participate. These funerals are reserved for the President of the United States (as commander-in-chief), the Secretary of Defense, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and officers granted multiple-service command.

The basic Arlington ceremony is called “Military Funeral Honors” and is for enlisted service members and warrant-officer-level personnel who are interred there. It includes a casket team, firing party, bugler, and the folding of and presentation of the U.S. flag.

“Spouses and Dependent Honors” are available to those of a current or former member of the armed forces who is buried at Arlington. For these, the military service in which the member served will provide a casket team or body bearer and a military chaplain, if requested. No other military funeral honors will be rendered unless the spouse also served in the military.

There are some special exceptions and conditions:

•  Only Army and Marine Corps colonels and general officers may be provided a riderless horse, if available.
•  Army, Navy, and Marine Corps general officers may receive a battery cannon salute (17 guns for a four-star general, 15 for a three-star, 13 for a two-star, 11 for a one-star), if available.
•  Minute guns (guns that fire at one-minute intervals) may be used for general officers/flag officers of the Coast Guard, Marine Corps and Navy, if available.
•  The President of the United States is entitled to a 21-gun salute, while other high state officials receive 19 guns.
•  Currently, support from the Army’s Caisson Platoon has been suspended until further notice due to the need to rest and provide medical attention to the horse herd.

(Leighton Archive images taken at Arlington National Cemetery, Arlington Va.; Arlington Cemetery fact sheets liberally quoted.)

In the Right Place: Sky and Water

Here you see a November sky and water view of Blue Hill and Jericho Bays from Brooklin’s Amen Ridge. Under those drifting cumulus clouds lie Flye Island in the middle and Mount Desert Island on the horizon.

MDI is Maine’s largest island and contains most of Acadia National Park. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 7, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Soberly Stunning

When I went to the Brooklin Cemetery on Wednesday, I came across this mostly unreadable little marker for a son named “Jacob E.” It was among much larger monuments and near one for “Jacob S. Freethey” in what appeared to be a Freethey family plot area. (That family was among the original settlers here.)

The stone was under a Japanese maple that was creating a scarlet frenzy in this sacred place, wildly flinging her vibrant leaves. Perhaps it was my mood, but I found the sight to be soberly stunning: a very small, gray gravestone – was Jacob a dead child? – in a red rain that covered the burial area with flaming puddles.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 6 and 8, 2024.)

November 10, 2024, postscript: According to a gravesite registry found by Lorna Rockwell Grant, Jacob died young (“d.y.’); he was the son of Captain Ellis Edwin Freethey (1834-1910) and Hattie R. Herrick ((1842-1907. They were married on May 24, 1864 in Boston. Captain Freethey may have served in the Civil War.

In the Right Place: Not Good

Our ponds this November look good from a distance, especially on sunny days such as yesterday when this image was taken on the WoodenBoat campus. However, pond water levels generally are down significantly. The situation is not good.

This year’s early winter dryness has put the entirety of Maine into a state of abnormal dryness and moderate drought, according to yesterday’s U.S. Monitor report:

The ground is dangerously hard in many areas. If we get one of those November cold snaps with accompanying heavy rain, much of the rainfall may simply become heavy runoff. (Photo taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 7, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Acceptance

I went to the Brooklin Cemetery yesterday to figuratively bury my electoral disappointments and find some solace. Being alone among the old stones and trees and those lying there who no longer can be disappointed helped in coming to an acceptance.

Fittingly, some trees in the Cemetery seemed to be uttering their last beautiful hurrah of the year, such as this Japanese maple and its prodigy;

Others had already done so, such as the Camperdown elm:

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 6, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Election Day

Here’s what one of our nation’s most historic Election Days looked like yesterday in Brooklin, Maine, a town of less than 1000 full-time residents. As of early afternoon, there had been a “steady stream of voters” voting in the Town’s four voting booths, according to Town Clerk Heather Candage.

In addition to the significant national and state office candidacy options, there were several state-related questions on the ballot. One was a proposal to adopt a new, minimalistic Maine state flag that won a state-sponsored public contest on the subject.

The winning design consists of a stylized depiction of the state tree (an eastern white pine) and a blue North Star on an off-white background. There are 16 green branches on the pine to signify Maine’s 16 counties. Early voting indicates that the flag proposal may be defeated.

(Primary image taken in the Brooklin Town Office, Maine, on November 5, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Less Is More

We’re now getting the more colorful winter sunsets and afterglows like this one on Saturday. They usually start with the undersides of clouds being painted pink and the horizons turning buttery:

Then, as the clouds darken, the horizon band takes on amber hues before disappearing under the descending darkness:

As I understand it, we see more of the sun’s rainbow of colors during winter sunsets primarily for two reasons. First, there’s less water (humidity) and dust in the air to obscure and distort views. Second, the angle of the sun is shallower, which allows the warmer color spectrum to be seen easier. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 2, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Complete

Yesterday was a good first Sunday in November, if you discount certain football games. The day was especially fine late in the afternoon at Naskeag Harbor, when visitors had left and the sun was in the process of doing the same.

It was brisk, but not winter-cold; what little wind there was caused a roll in the water, not a chop. Several loads of lobster traps were waiting to be taken to storage, their bright colors adding to the warm light. Also, seemingly to be alertly waiting to be called to work, were the fishing vessels.

The composition becomes incomplete when they’re not home. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 3, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Developing a Taste

Here you see three of the leaders of an all-female band (or “raft”) of wild turkeys that roam our area at this time of year. These adult hens usually number 11 or more and they do something that may be unusual for turkeys, which are known as woods and field game.

From time to time, these adventuresome birds go down to the coast at low and lowering tide to forage in the mudflats and among the intertidal plants and algae (rockweed, etc.). It’s hard to see what they’re eating; they fast-strut away or even fly off when they see me. But, I’m fairly sure some of their snacks consist of whole (in-shell) mud snails on the flats and feisty green crabs in the seaweed.

It would be seem just if our restored and seemingly overpopulated wild turkeys developed a taste for our overpopulated invasive green crabs. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 1, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Reminder

It’s time for the wearing of the orange.

Firearms deer-hunting season started today for licensed Maine residents and will open in the state Monday for licensed non-residents. Let’s all of us who love being in the woods – hunters, hikers, and all other outdoor enthusiasts – continue to be cautious and courteous as we usually are each hunting season.

As you probably know, Maine requires hunters with firearms to wear two articles of hunter orange clothing. Although not required, it’s always a good idea for others (and their dogs) to do the same in the woods and fields during hunting seasons. (Leighton Archive image taken in Brooklin, Maine.)

October Postcards From Maine

October here on the coast usually is our most colorful month and this year was no exception. However, this October was exceptionally dry and warmer than usual, which seemed to make the month’s color crescendo shorter and less intense than many in prior years. Nonetheless, the month was beautiful, as you’ll see.

We begin the Postcards, as usual, with images of the familiar scenes that we document monthly for seasonal records. In Brooklin, those are the views of Mount Desert Island from Amen Ridge and of the House on Harbor Island (which we show this month in sun and rainy fog):

In Blue Hill, we always document the iconic red boathouse in Conary Cove and Blue Hill, the almost-mountain, brooding above Blue Hill Bay:

October’s “fall foliage” this year was pleasant, sometimes subtly so, with occasional outrageous flares of color:

In the gardens and homes, the combinations of forms and fall colors were alluring, especially groupings of different varieties of plants showing glimmering colors in light rain.

Many of the ancient “wild” apple trees that produce fruit that’s never harvested lost their leaves early, but hung tightly onto their apples during the month, while a great variety of harvested apples were featured in the local supermarkets:

October (and September) is when fallow fields here are mowed to prevent their being taken over by fast-growing trees and brambles. Here are “before and after” images of an October field being mowed, as well as some of our local ponds and streams at their October best:

Among October’s variety of offerings were a few mornings of high winds that chased whitecaps in the coves, hard rains that created liquid explosions on rain chains, and a special sudden shower on a sunny day that produced an infinite rainbow:

On the fauna front, October is when the resident white-tailed deer, red squirrels, and common loons change their wardrobe and don dull gray winter coats, while winter bufflehead ducks arrive in white and black formal wear:

October also is the time when we see the last of our many migrating species, small and large, including great blue herons, monarch butterflies, greater yellowleg (and other) sandpipers, and Canada geese:

On the working waterfront, October is the last full month for “lobstering” for many fishermen (male and female). The fishing vessels come and go and some carry hauled-up lobster traps that soon will be trailered to storage as a season’s ending. Some of these boats and other seasonal working boats were pulled from the waters and put “on the hard” during the month.

On the sailing side, we saw our last windjammer in October, the “Angelique,” hosting a beach party early in the month before ending her season.

Other sailboats were being hauled out of the water and power-washed, drying in the sun, and causing traffic jams when being driven to their winter storage facilities:

Skiffs and other small boats were plentiful in the harbor waters during the first half of October, but also were being taken to their winter sheds during the second half of the month:

October, of course, is the Halloween month. It’s when we get some very strange tourists who dance in the woods, wear strange clothes or no clothes at all, and captain boats that sail day and night on grass; it’s also when pumpkins of varying types, some ghost-like, go on sale in supermarkets.

Finally, we consider the October sky. As our view of the setting sun moves south, the afterglows become more colorful, often a thick stroke of burnt orange:

The October Hunters’ Moon this year was a slowly developing supermoon that became — literally — fantastic:

(All images in this post were taken in Down East Maine during October 2024.)

In the Right Place: Golden Rain Time

Here you see a furtive tree in yesterday’s rain. It has decided to reveal its hiding place among spruce and balsam fir trees by turning yellow and losing its needles.

As many of you know, it’s a tamarack tree, named after the Algonquin Tribe’s word for “snowshoe wood.” You might also know the tree by its Abanaki Tribe name (“hackmatack”) or its Latin and German-derived name (“larch”).

The tamaracks seem to be late coming out this year. If I remember correctly, in prior years, many more were in full incandescence or devoid of needles by this time. Perhaps our fall drought is delaying the process.

Tamaracks are green-needled in the spring and summer, and often are impossible to distinguish at a distance when they arise among spruce and fir trees. Those other trees are coniferous and so are tamaracks; that is, they all produce and drop cones for propagation of their species.

However, tamarack branches are thinner and more wiry than those of their cousins and – most important – they’re not evergreen. They’re deciduous and, in the fall, their true nature as imposters is disclosed when they turn yellow and drop their needles like golden rain.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 30, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Tee Time

Here’s an October view of the iconic red boathouse in Conary Cove. As many of you know, this is one of the local scenes that we monitor in all seasons for our records. Strange as it may seem, we can thank a mid-western family and a golf ball for originating the sight, according to online documents (especially research by Steele Hays in “MaineBoats.com”).

For those interested, the story begins with Gertrude and Coburn Haskell of Cleveland, Ohio. They were wealthy summer residents of Blue Hill in the 1920s, having made their fortune through Coburn’s invention of the first golf ball with a rubber core and rubber band filling.

Coburn died at an early age in 1922 and Gertrude and their son Melville (I’m not making up these names) kept coming to their Blue Hill house in summer. A year or two after Coburn’s death, Gertrude and Melville decided to buy a 52-foot, Alden-designed, Maine-built sailboat. But they needed a safe place to moor this expensive beauty.

Gertrude rented property in Conary Cove from Harry Conary or another member of the Conary family that had owned Cove property for many years. She soon bought the property that she was leasing. Gertrude made Harry captain of her sailboat and had the now-red boathouse built in 1924.

Originally and for many years, the boathouse was painted white and had a pier protruding into the Cove. The property was sold to several subsequent owners, all of whom maintained the boathouse at least for the view. It was painted red in the 1950s and has remained so since.(Image taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on October 28, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Last and Least, But Good

Many winterberry shrubs here still contain swarms of red fruit within the graying roadsides, as you see from these images taken yesterday. These plants are unlike other fruiting trees and shrubs that ripen when it’s warm and get eaten then. These provide brilliant color well into winter.

Winterberry shrubs (Ilex verticillata), as do other American hollies, produce fruits that ripen late, are not as nutritious as many other fruits, and contain bad-tasting compounds that don’t dissipate until the winter months. They apparently are designed to avoid competition with many plants that produce seed and fruit for migrating birds.

The winterberry theory apparently is that, by delaying fruit ripening until many birds are gone and the remaining resident birds are less particular about what they eat, the plant is avoiding competition and maximizing its chances to have its seeds dispersed nearby, where the soil has proved compatible. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 28, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Maine Gothic

Today’s post shows changes to our view of the summer residence on Harbor Island, the house with the gothic upper window.

The above image shows the house enjoying the warmth of Saturday’s sunshine. Its windows are shuttered closed, indicating that its season is over. Seemingly standing guard in Naskeag Harbor is the Fishing Vessel “Tarrfish.” It apparently had recently hauled up some of its traps for storage, indicating that its lobster season is almost over.

Below, you’ll see that house in early October, hunkered down in a periodic fog. Its windows were unprotected, indicating that it was still operational then. At that time, Fishing Vessel “Dear Abbie:” and a skiff seemingly were standing guard, unconcerned about the fog.

Change is our one constant. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 4 [fog] and 26, 2024.)

In the Right Place: High Spirits

Two events happened yesterday that are worthy of sharing.

First, a raincloud suddenly appeared in the afternoon, shook its aspergillum, and blessed us with a few holy sprinkles while the sun shone. The celestial gods then decided to mark the special occasion with a colorful bow that disappeared when the rain ceased in minutes.

Then, in the evening as the sun sank away in the west, the train of its burnt orange cloak was dragged across our horizon with darkness following behind.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 26, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Final Flights

Recent cooler days have given the signal to deciduous trees that the time has come: They must discard their many jewels now and become inconspicuous as the potentially ravaging winter approaches looking for victims. I suspect that, by next weekend, most of our deciduous trees will have become gray and will have faded into the backgrounds of our awareness.

More specifically, as I understand the process, cooler temperatures and shorter days reduce the trees’ production of the hormone auxcin. This weakens spring’s bonding layers of cells that join the leaves to the branches (the “abscission layers”). In a short time, the depleted joint for the leaf stem is too weak to withstand blowing wind or rain and the leaves take their only and final flights to the ground.

The fall process of leaf coloration and liberation apparently is a defensive survival measure: Winter’s cold and sometimes severe winds can now blow through the trees’ branches with far less strain on those limbs; moisture is conserved within the trunk to prevent its drying out and weakening, and energy that was needed to keep leaves alive is saved.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 24 and 25, 2024.)

In the Right Place: The Usual Blues

Here’s an October view of that timbered mound known as Blue Hill across the Bay named after it. As many of you know, this is one of the local scenes that we monitor in all seasons for our record.

If that mound were 60 feet higher than it’s 940 feet, it would have been named Blue Mountain in 1788, when it and the Town there were named Blue Hill. At that time, mountains needed to be at least 1000 feet high for cartographic recognition. (The mountain-sizing criteria have been loosened.) In some sunlight, especially with a haze, the Hill can take on a blue cast.

(Image taken in Blue Hill, Maine, on October 18, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Buoy, Oh Buoy

Our autumns are marked by the disappearance of leaves and sailboats and the appearance of Vulcan. Not Vulcan, the Roman god of fire and forges, but the moorings vessel Vulcan owned by Brooklin Marine, LLC. Here you see Vulcan on Tuesday morning removing mooring buoys/balls in Great Cove that were used in the summer and early fall by WoodenBoat School's fleet and visiting boats:

You may have noticed that Vulcan is not exactly your graceful, slick-profiled Luders or Herreshoff racing boat. She’s not a racer; she’s built for slow, tough jobs and apparently does them well. I’m told that she has a drum winch that is rated for hoisting 10,000 pounds. Mooring anchors/bases need to be heavy to be secure.

The basic parts of a mooring setup start with an anchor or anchor-block weighing up to thousands of pounds, depending on the boat and water conditions. Where the sea bottom is soft and the boat is not huge, a mushroom anchor usually will do the job, but many boat owners prefer more permanent anchors in the form of a block of granite or concrete with a galvanized (rust-proof) eyebolt on top for the chain.

Galvanized chains run from the anchors to the mooring buoys. Unless the boat is large, a nylon rope-like pennant usually is attached to the buoy to be hooked up to the boat via shackles and swivels. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 22, 2024.)

In the Right Place: Personalities

It’s time for a few “portraits” of fishing vessels in Naskeag Harbor. These were taken of the boats at rest at the end of the day, as the sun was going down, when the growing shadows seem to reveal differing human-like personalities in the vessels.

FV Dear Abbie:

FV Judith Ann

FV Meghan Dee

FV Tarrfish

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on October 18 and 20, 2024.)