Deer Isle 1
December 11, 2016
I’m not going to be able to get out with the camera for a few days, so that means delving back into my archives for the next few posts. Going way back—2004—this series was taken on Deer Isle, Maine. Midwestern U.S. born and raised, I was captivated by the ocean shore and was lucky enough to spend a few hours at low tide. It took a while for me to realize—to my horror—that the crunching sound under my feet was my crushing of barnacles. I moved to where I would not murder any more.
This entry was posted on December 11, 2016 by Linda Grashoff. It was filed under Animal, Stones and Rocks, Water and was tagged with barnacles, Deer Isle, Maine, nature, photography.
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Very nice photograph of them, and what a funny story – I can empathize (mostly with you though)! Have a good Sunday!
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December 11, 2016 at 1:21 PM
Thanks, Lynn. And thanks for the empathy. I’m sure there are people reading this post thinking, “Well, duh!”
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December 11, 2016 at 1:34 PM
A Navy friend of mine once told me the only good barnacle is a dead barnacle. So maybe you helped save some from being scrapped off of some guy’s yacht. It is a wonderful shot, though.
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December 11, 2016 at 4:40 PM
Thank you, Ken. I ran over a squirrel a few years ago, and when I confessed to a friend at the end of that trip, she said some people would applaud my action. I myself made some groaning remarks about the Canada geese that hang around all winter, and the woman I had spoken to told me sweetly that her mother taught her to love all animals. Oops. At least I haven’t killed any Canada geese.
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December 11, 2016 at 7:26 PM