With the temperatures finally rising and the days getting longer, motivation to get out and photograph is higher than ever. Two days ago, I wandered around Western Promenade around dusk, then bumped on over to LFK for a quick nightcap.
I’m glad the weather is finally playing nice with my anti-winter disposition.
In January of 1963, a B 52 Stratofortress crashed into the remote Maine woods during a test exercise. Turbulence stripped the 360,000 pound aircraft of its vertical stabilizer, causing the plane to plummet into the heavily forested area. Seven of the nine crew died, six of them without being able to eject from the plane. The seventh struck a tree and died instantly. Despite the bitterly cold winter, the pilot and the navigator were able to survive thanks to the tireless work of nearly 80 rescue workers, who fought their way through fifteen foot snow drifts to reach the crew.
Today, flags adorn the wreckage strewn throughout the forest. Some of it was recovered as salvage shortly after the crash, but it has since been returned as a memorial and museum to the event. In 2013, the pilot even returned for the 50th anniversary of the event, he himself having spent only three months recovering before returning to active duty.
Music: “Warmer” by Andy G Cohen
Sony A7r ii – Slog-2 60fps
Canon 85mm f/1.8
Sigma 30mm f/1.4
Three hours north of Portland, along backgrounds and through dying industrial towns, lies Katahdin, the tallest mountain Maine. Protected (in legend) by Pamola, the now-famous moose-headed bird god featured on beer cans around the state, the mountain and lakes below it are pristine and gorgeous.
An hour and a half north of Portland by coastal route, and an hour and half east by ferry is North Haven. Got to spend some time out there earlier this summer with friends. Beautiful sunsets, fires, and lighthouses: pretty typical Maine!
A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of staying at Nurture Through Nature, a sort of compound in western Maine. It features a few cabins, two powerless, waterless yurts, and all the nature you could hope for.
The first morning, we fought the bugs to climb Pleasant Mountain. Here are a few of the shots.
Mackworth Island has, for the first time in memory, a family of foxes on the island. Perhaps it’s due to the return of turkeys to the island, or maybe it is the cause of the suspiciously small groundhog population.