Author: Marty Luster
I'm Marty Luster, a retired attorney and politician. In 2010 my wife, mother-in-law, dog and I relocated from Central NY to Gloucester. I hope my photographs and poetry(?) reflect my love for this place and her people.
My picture-poem posts can be seen at http://matchedpairs.wordpress.com and selected black and white images can be found at http://slicesoflifeimages.wordpress.com
Annisquam Splash
Video by Marty Luster
Casting a Spell
Fish On Fridays
The Fish on Fridays series is a collaboration between Gloucester photographers Kathy Chapman and Marty Luster. Look for various aspects of Gloucester’s centuries-old fishing industry highlighted here on Fridays.
An impromptu visit to F/V Lady Jane caught Captain Russ Sherman and crew in the process of cleaning out some old gear and fueling up for their next run. After a short jaunt from its berth at the Jodrey State Fish Pier in Gloucester to the fuel dock, Lady Jane took on approximately 3,600 gallons of fuel at $3.39 per gallon, or about $12,000!!
While photographing the wheelhouse, Kathy asked Russ about the dangers of high seas. Russ recounted a time (20+ years ago) he and five crew members were washed from a fishing vessel and he spent 19 hours in frigid waters until the Coast Guard rescued him. Only three survived.
Photos © Kathy Chapman 2013
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Video © Marty Luster 2013
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Catch and Release
Sweet
All Puffed Up
Roy G Biv
Peers on the Pier
Rigging the Schooner Adventure
The Freedom schooner Amistad is in town for a few days at Maritime Gloucester. Her crew has been helping the folks at Schooner Adventure get the restored Adventure ready to sail in time for the Schooner Festival in Gloucester (August 30 -September 1, 2013).
Video by Marty Luster
Music by Howie Mitchell and Ed Trickett – “As I Sailed”
Fish On Fridays
The Fish on Fridays series is a collaboration between Gloucester photographers Kathy Chapman and Marty Luster. Look for various aspects of Gloucester’s centuries-old fishing industry highlighted here on Fridays.
Heads or tails
Today we shot at the Cape Ann Seafood Exchange where they were processing whole monkfish. The heads are going to NY for the Asian market and the tails will go to Canada.
Photos and video © Kathy Chapman 2013
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Where’s Zat?
Operation Osprey
On July 30, Dave Rimmer, Director of Land Stewardship at Essex County Greenbelt, researcher Bob Bierregaard, and a small crew of Greenbelt personnel and other researchers set out to trap and tag, with a Telemetry strap, one of the family of Osprey which nest in the summer before their migration to South America. The nest is on the high stand in the middle of the marsh west of the road to Coffin’s Beach.
After 4 1/2 hours, one of the young birds and one adult male were trapped. A one ounce satellite transmitter was placed on the juvenile’s back and they were released.
Video by Marty Luster
Still photo by Bob Wayne.
Getting High
Harvey’s Back in Town
The Harvey Gamage is back in town at Maritime Gloucester.
Color Enhanced
Laid Back Afternoon at the Annisquam Sea Fair
Music by Jason Shaw
Fish on Fridays
The Fish on Fridays series is a collaboration between Gloucester photographers Kathy Chapman and Marty Luster. Look for various aspects of Gloucester’s centuries-old fishing industry highlighted here on Fridays.
Today starring:
Here is a striper caught off the Cardinal Cushing Villa in Magnolia by Captain Paul Moralli, aboard Cat. Latitude 43 in Gloucester purchased it from Intershell.
The fish was pan seared, skin-on, with bacon, snap peas, corn risotto & crispy fried leeks. This tasty dish was prepared by Chef Mike O’Brien at Lat 43 where it is available in season as a dinner special.
Photos © Kathy Chapman 2013
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Video © Marty Luster 2013
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Catching Memories
When I was about this young boy’s age I regularly went fishing with my father in the Rondout Creek in Ulster County N.Y. where he was raised. During those outings we spoke little, but communicated a great deal. He taught me patience and the practice of meditation as it applied to repeated casts into the mesmerizing swirls, pools and eddies of the creek. He taught me that subtlety and finesse caught more fish than brute force and that the joy was in the journey, not the destination.
I never became a great fisherman, but the memories I caught on those excursions – hiking through the woods to the creek, baiting up, watching how Dad expertly cast his line and landed his fish, and walking home quietly through the fields as the setting summer sun cast a magical glow – these prizes I caught, and they are displayed forever on the mantel of my heart.























