My View of Life on the Dock
Check out this awesome photo posted by Pelagic Gear on their Instagram page. It credits photographer Al McGlashan with capturing the moment a giant mako shark attacks a blue marlin that was in the midst of being released boat-side. Yikes. Tough break for the blue marlin….easy meal for the mako….probably quite a scare for the crew.
I couldn’t help but be impressed watching this kid come in on The Boys after what I imagine to be a tough trip out harvesting horseshoe crabs. Salty kid for sure.
I was going through photos from this summer and the Charles Seabrook caught my eye. I was taking a photo of Finn fishing on the waterfront of Hyannis Harbor. I’m pretty certain that I’ve photographed the Charles Seabrook in Gloucester as well. Can someone tell me if she is usually up in Gloucester Harbor?
While out in Menemsha on Martha’s Vineyard we stopped in the Under the Surface Gallery to enjoy Benjamin McCormick’s photography. I bought three prints for Finn’s bedroom. Each are brilliant with bright green and blue hues. I purchased “Tuna Trip”, “Mackerel Backs”, and “Working the Rip” and they look fabulous on Finn’s wall.
Click on the link below to see his work as my photos do not do it justice!
https://www.benjaminmccormick.com
I aspire to someday own a large fish print from Joe’s Fresh Fish Prints, but for now I am in love with how great these four placemats from his Bearskin Neck shop look on our counter.
Saw this while away a few weekends ago. The music had already ended by the time we arrived, but are we to assume that someone was actually playing inside that box? Yikes.
Hockey is indeed in back, so this shirt may not be necessary anymore, but it made me laugh when I saw it last night nonetheless.
I mean, if the weather has to get colder, let’s look on the bright side. It’s time for pumpkin beer with a shooter of caramel vodka and either a sugar or cinnamon rim….or up your game with a some straight up caramel squirted into the glass. A good friend made me one (or two) of these the other night and they certainly hit the spot.
Row your boat ashore. We spend a lot of time on the beach at Owen Park when we’re down on Martha’s Vineyard. Finn always loves to fish….and the photo opportunities are endless.
I had the pleasure of photographing Becca Pizzi as she finished her 17th Boston Marathon last weekend. Her 16th and 17th were virtual….as the official marathon date back on Patriots Day in April was canceled. Even more impressive than running 17 Boston Marathons (hard to beat, right?!) is the fact that Becca has also completed the World Marathon Challenge….twice.
The World Marathon Challenge consists of running 7 marathons, on 7 continents, in just 7 days. Becca started her world marathon in Antarctica and finished in Australia. You can learn more about Becca’s amazing “feat on feet”…..and order her book, with of course, the very same name HERE. My two copies of “Becca’s Feat on Feet” arrived on Thursday and I was so excited to share her story with my students. Later in the day I overheard them playing “marathon runner” on the playground. Talk about inspirational. Thanks, Becca!
This third post in the series shared with us from David W. Teele and Betsey Horovitz from the The Annisquam Historical Society’s “Notes from the Firehouse” gives us a wonderful look back at clamming with some amazing photographs dating back to the late 1800s.
You an also read prior posts in this series by clicking on these links:
The Lobstermen Cometh, the Bugs Goeth
Hoop Nets, Cunners, and Lobsters
Visit the Annisquam Historical Society HERE: https://www.annisquamhistoricalsociety.org/
You can also read all entries in their Notes from the Firehouse Series HERE: https://www.annisquamhistoricalsociety.org/notesfromthefirehouse
Below is an excerpt from “Happy as a Clam at High Tide.” See attached screen grabs to read more.
“It was not only illegal to dig clams at high tide, it was virtually impossible.
Few creatures as apparently simple as the clam have proved so useful, for so long, for so many. Great piles of shells (middens) testify to the importance of clams to Native Americans. From the earliest days of the Massachusetts Bay Colony (then including Maine) coastal towns had the right to regulate their clam banks; mostly, they still do. Owners of the “uplands”, land above the high tide mark, did not own the clams, although they did, and do, own the inter-tidal flats.
Clams not only could be served up for dinner, but they also were a cash crop. During some of the worst economic depressions, the clam banks might be the only banks that would honor the check of a destitute seaside resident. Clams went to Gloucester, Boston, New York, and Cleveland* in their shells, on ice; shucked clams, raw or salted, went by uncounted barrels-full to serve as bait. What would a clam bake be with no clams? Children need no tools to dig for the only crop that squirts back at them.”
Between buoy sticks, shovels, and lobster tank overflow pipes…..sails the Lannon. I love Gloucester Harbor.
I stopped to take a few photos of Walker Hancock’s Triton Statue in the Betty Smith Park at the far end of Stacy Boulevard the other day. It is one more reason that we are so fortunate to have such a beautiful spot to visit. From end to end the boulevard has really developed into such a magnificent destination.
Because when you live in Gloucester, and you’re 11 years-old, and you go fishing down by the Annisquam River, you should expect to find a petrified tuna head, right?
These two deer were out for a nice Sunday stroll in a quiet neighborhood in Rockport. After walking down the street a bit they stopped by a friend’s yard for a snack. I watched them for almost 10 minutes.
I hope that you enjoy the second post in this series from the Annisqum Historical Society’s Notes and Findings.
See Post #1, The Lobsterman Cometh and the Bugs Goeth, here
This is such a wonderful glimpse into the Annisquam Historical Society’s extensive collection of photographs dating back to the days of glass plate negatives.
Take some time and view their impressive collection here: annisquamhistoricalsociety.org
I am very grateful to David W. Teele & Betsey B. Horovitz for sharing this information with us. I am hopeful that they may continue to share some of their findings and extensive research. What a joy it is to see these images and take this trip back in time.
What is a cunner net, and why do you need one?
We hold many images of men lobstering from dories; virtually every image shows a metal hoop net with a bail. Even the image below, in which somebody is posing for aspiring artists, shows the net (as well as, apparently, a diving board on the nearby float). The model sports a handsome moustache plus a white shirt, collar, necktie, and vest, uncommon apparel for a working lobsterman. He may well have been a fellow artist…. Read more in the PDF screen grabs below
I hope that you enjoy the second post in this series from the Annisqum Historical Society’s Notes and Findings.
See Post #1, The Lobsterman Cometh and the Bugs Goeth, here
This is such a wonderful glimpse into the Annisquam Historical Society’s extensive collection of photographs dating back to the days of glass plate negatives.
Take some time and view their impressive collection here: annisquamhistoricalsociety.org
I am very grateful to David W. Teele & Betsey B. Horovitz for sharing this information with us. I am hopeful that they may continue to share some of their findings and extensive research. What a joy it is to see these images and take this trip back in time.
What is a cunner net, and why do you need one?
We hold many images of men lobstering from dories; virtually every image shows a metal hoop net with a bail. Even the image below, in which somebody is posing for aspiring artists, shows the net (as well as, apparently, a diving board on the nearby float). The model sports a handsome moustache plus a white shirt, collar, necktie, and vest, uncommon apparel for a working lobsterman. He may well have been a fellow artist…. Read more in the PDF screen grabs below
I was down in Hyannis with Finn and my mom and we saw the beautiful blue-hulled Silver Shalis. A few days later I was on Nantucket with some friends and I saw her again. A week later I happened to be on Martha’s Vineyard and saw a beautiful yacht of the same color leaving the island as I sat on Owen Park Beach waiting to board my ferry…. I’m pretty certain it was the Silver Shalis again. So, the way I figure it….we’re practically family.
I’m in love with this wooden sign that I saw outside of a store on Martha’s Vineyard. I asked the girl working in store if she knew who painted it, but she didn’t.
