Last September, I spent a week in Maine. I had wanted to visit Stonington, a classic lobster fishing village on Deer Isle. I decided to book two nights in town, hoping to get some interesting photos of the lobster fleet, any nearby lighthouses, etc.
I was staying right on Main Street, which ran along the water, and what I quickly learned was that Stonington ran on “lobsterman’s time” as I will call it. Each morning by 3:30 a.m. I could hear the lobsterman’s pickup trucks racing through town to the docks. The small convenience store opened at 4:00 a.m. and the auto and boats part store opened at 5:00 a.m. Everything was shut down by 8:00 p.m.
I walked to the docks each morning trying to get a good sunrise. Though I got some good photos, which I will probably share in a future post, a real burner of a sunrise didn’t materialize while I was there. Still, I enjoyed taking photos of the boats as well as the town and its wonderful older buildings.
I drove out of town a few miles during the day and found what I thought was pretty traditional, idyllic Maine scene — a few fishing shacks clustered together on the water. Though I often wait until sunrise or sunset to capture scenes like this, the light during midday was quite pleasant, and the photo has an almost painterly feel.
For this photo, I also had the advantage of a high tide, which simplified things a bit. I went back later, and captured a good sunset, but the water was much lower and there were more rocks and various tidal plants to contend with. I think I prefer the daytime shot, but I may share the sunset in the future.