Yesterday we visited Fort Williams park to check out the stormy seas delivered by Hurricane Hermine. The storm did not come directly to Maine, but it breezed by a few miles off the coastline. We were surprised to see how many brave ( or stupid ) people were getting close to the edge of the cliffs to enjoy the sea spray. Enjoy the photos and videos.
Here is a quick photo log detailing our vacation to Toronto.
Today, we walked the about 4 miles around the edge of Peaks Island. It was a really beautiful walk, and I’ve got a few posts worth of pics. It was great, as always to spend the day with Megan and John, and walk side-by-side with them. We had a great left-over picnic with amazing views.
Mr. John Jackson, aka Papa John, road into to town this week. Today I took the day off so that Megan and I could give him a lighthouse tour. Here are a few photos.
This may be the coolest new addition to our household: A cross-stitch of a quote from Tina Belcher from Bob’s Burgers. Props to Beka Bryer, a colleague of Megan’s for making us such a thoughtful gift.
Holy wow. It was an exhausting week filled to the brim with great new plays.
Standouts include Dolphinephilia, a trippy farce based on the true story of Margaret Howe Lovatt. It was presented by the mysterious Marine Mammal Communication Project. Also in the realm of the absurd was Aliens vs. Beckett, a spin on the classic Waiting For Godot, and presented by the always slimy Crowbait Club. And The Green Room, a hilarious one-man show featuring a man arguing with his sock puppet.
And those were only from the shows that I saw. The festival featured dozens of acts, and after soldiering through this week, I commend all who gave the effort for their art.
Megan, as per her usual mode, outdid herself. She acted in three plays, and wrote/directed one as well. I really enjoyed the perky conversations of Take the Long Way home, and the excellent set designed by Carl Currie. And Megan’s performance in the poetic Boy Come Home was perhaps the best of her career.
I also acted in my first PortFringe show. I shared the stage with my wife, as well as the talented Adam Ferguson and Kristina Balboa in Allie Munier’s comedy I Can’t Take You Anywhere. It was an honor to act in such a well-written and humorous play. I hope Allie submits it to more festivals.
I shaved my beard for my art. Most people liked it, while others, myself included, found it strange to see my bald face. One person said that I looked like a creepy pedophile, and that hurt a bit. I’ve never quite understood that comment. How does one look like a pedophile? Perhaps it says more of the describer than it does of the described.
I’m glad the week is over and that we can get a break. Enjoy some photos.
Megan and I completed our first camping trip today. We spent a night at a campground 2 miles from our apartment. Our goal was to get our new tent out its box and make sure we could set it up. Also, as it had been a while, I wanted to make sure I could still light a fire. Success! The tent was easy and breezy, and I made us breakfast on a campfire!