Albert Greenleaf was wired differently. Not in a bad way. Just the occasional drifting between positive, negative and the ground. I never personally observed any significant “misconnections” but Albert did share a story or two about incidents of concern. One of the extra benefits of working with Albert was his sense of humor. Untangling wires was just the tip of the iceberg.

Recently, carrying an arm full of firewood into the house, I hurried to get the evening stove perked up before dark. My internal clock, significantly aggravated by the shorter days of winter, urged me on. It takes real effort for me to push through the major darkness this time of year.

The connections from shore to water are all hauled up – mostly. Some folks leave their docks in through the winter months. If you are a working lobster fishing person this time of year, and want to work from a home office base, your dock may still be in. Otherwise, perhaps, boats can be docked at local piers, which I guess makes more sense. On average, boats tied up in bunches at protected locations are safer. But, on the other hand, most who own and use boats seasonally opt for dock and run removal to higher ground.

In the vicinity of 40 years ago I was invited to photograph the wedding of Kelsy Hartley’s parents at the United Methodist Church in Boothbay Harbor. It was a packed church. Gregg was working for Eliot Winslow on the tugs and Kathy, I believe, was just at the beginnings of what would be one of our most wonderful experiences at Boothbay Region Elementary School.

Strong independent young women is how Katie Lewis Yereance described the dedicated horse family at Sea-Vu farm. And that could not have been more obvious to see during one of my visits. It was a whirl of moving parts as horses moved from stall to training to feeding to brushing. As a novice bystander, it was difficult to follow along. But under the watchful eyes of four ambitious managers, things moved along smoothly and efficiently with horses of many colors and dispositions.

Used to be we could refer to “TV Guide” for a reliable schedule of what would or would not appear on the tube at any given time. If you looked up Channel 6 and the evening news, for example, you didn’t expect to see WWE Bruno Sammartino v. Haystacks Calhoun! Like it or not you got the news.

It's kind of a neat loop over there in East Boothbay. Little River. Woods roads. Some cabins and a refreshing water side stroll if you are so inclined. Another favorite of mine when wandering around the region enjoying our beautiful location on the planet.

It wasn’t the storm of the century but it was enough to launch the region’s fleet of snow plowers and salt and sand spreaders. They were flying around all over the place, on state roads, out of driveways, in parking lots and on town streets. There was a parking ban. On the highways and byways, drivers needed to be alert. In addition to all the snow activity there seemed to be a lot of people with binoculars and long lenses flitting about. There was a bird alert on the internet tracking a poor creature from Russia which had either lost its way or was on a tour of local feeding grounds. We saw it by accident off Pratts Island. A small dot on a rock being approached by a kayak in Sheepscot Bay. The bird flew off before said kayaker could get close enough for the award-winning photo. It headed up the Sheepscot toward Five Islands/Westport. We lost sight of it rounding the point heading north.

Dec. 31 is a special day for our family. It’s our youngest daughter’s birthday. Yup! New Year’s Eve. Not an ideal date just after Christmas and the heavy party day prior to the new year. All through her growing up years we attempted to create a fun day but as you might guess, not many people/family/friends are available. Schools are closed, many businesses are closed, and often the weather is very challenging.

Back in March when I turned in my old worn out knee for a new one, I eventually returned home to recover. A physical therapist came to the house and we made over the den into a bedroom for me so there were no stairs to climb, with the sprints to the bathroom substantially shortened. My “Chief of Staff” nurse wife was also more able to keep an eye on things as I gradually climbed my way back from being one wheel down. It worked out very well with one exception.

We got our first measurable snow this past weekend. Not a huge dump, maybe five inches here on Southport. It started to snow in the late afternoon, light fluffy stuff. But when it hit the warm ground, light fluffy turned into wet slushy. Once the snow got going, the light fluffy took over. We could hear the snow plow crew out during the night making passes along the state road and down some of the side roads to Cozy Harbor and beyond. Adam Harkins has taken over as the person in charge of keeping the island in good shape and I think he wanted to make a good first impression. He did. Thanks, crew!

Jean Strollo called me the other day from LeRoy, New York, a small town in the western part of the state, about half way between Buffalo and Rochester. This is a place I know a little about. My mother's family is from that area. Mother's father was a station manager with the New York Central railroad and he worked all along that line throughout his career. I have oodles of relatives in towns in that neck of the woods.

Bill Sherman (not famous local fish boat captain) started the Bar Harbor Sherman's in 1886. In 1962, Jeff Curtis's parents bought the Bar Harbor business from Bill Sherman's daughters. Jeff worked for the store summers and weekends all of his growing years. In 2006, Jeff bought the business from his mother when she retired.

I grew up around heavy equipment. John Deere, Farmall, Allis-Chalmers, International Harvester, on the farms. On construction jobs there was Ingersoll Rand, CAT, Euclid, Lima, Manitowoc, Bucyrus-Erie, etc., long before the newer technologies we see today on job sites. Back then nothing was hydraulic. Machinery was less refined, more blunt and heavy. Today's sophisticated excavators may have been in the pipeline, but nobody I worked with could have imagined something so precise and well designed. It was a man's world. In all my years of work in the coal fields, in power station retrofits, on road construction, I never saw a woman on a job site. It just didn't happen.

Since turkeys don't generally fly very high, I thought it might be fun to share a view from air space more frequently occupied by seagulls and other flying objects. This is not a drone-created image.

I have been photographing the Ernestina-Morrissey project for about six years. For those unfamiliar with the project at Bristol Marine (formerly Sample’s Shipyard), the Ernestina-Morrissey measures 152 feet long to the spar and is 24 feet wide. It draws 13 feet of water, is 120 gross tons, carries almost 8,000 square feet of sail, was built as a sailing schooner for deep sea fishing, and was originally christened Effie M. Morrissey.

I mentioned to my wife, “Darling, as long as we feed the birds we will also feed and attract chipmunks, squirrels, and mice, not to mention the occasional skunk, raccoon, turkey, porcupine and heaven knows what other variety of critter.” We really do enjoy watching chickadees, junkos, cardinals, bluejays, sparrows, the more adventuresome crow and mourning doves. Some are more picky eaters than others!

It has been an interesting fall. Seems warmer and wetter to me than past years at this time. At 9 this morning our weather station (an old Taylor thermometer mounted outside the kitchen window) read mid 50s, in the shade! I didn't believe it until I let the dog out and felt the mild air.

Seasonal cottages are wonderful especially when they become unseasoned. When visitors close up and depart, old Uncle Bob gets to visit. Now, don't get me wrong, I don't lurk outside private properties awaiting vacancies, but it is always fun to visit (“with permission”) some of the original cottages that remain in use, relatively unchanged after many years of well-seasoned guests.

We got the last train to Clarksville! And the last boat to Monhegan over the holiday weekend. It was a perfect day for the crossing and for the island. A little roll on the way over, but nothing too annoying, for the most part. Once we landed at the town pier and disembarked, there was a moment needed to settle the sloshing brain and inner ear. I have known it to be much worse, like the year I photographed “Trap Day” on the first of January, 30-plus years ago. Memories of the trip over from Port Clyde on the Laura B still give me goose bumps. I thought it surely was the end of the world. Rock and Roll baby! Nice moderate temperature too! Not!