Outpost

From within this peaceful image, mixed messages emerge; there’s a sense of solitude and isolation, even as the presence of the church connotes community.

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Meredith Ralston
Noontide

This time of year we gather the quiet . . . In winter we can better see the skeleton – or skeletons – of the land and the communities. 

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Meredith Ralston
Noon, January

The sun hangs low in the sky - twenty three degrees at noon in January - but upon December’s Winter Solstice at least we know that we have once again turned the corner, each day now bringing a little more light.

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Meredith Ralston
March

This is when we gird ourselves for mud-season, followed by black flies and then mosquitoes.  Spring is not particularly kind in Maine. If you’ve been here for long you know not to get your hopes up too much or too soon.

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Meredith Ralston
Hang Together

Upon seeing this I thought of Benjamin Franklin’s dry observation at the time of the signing of the Declaration of Independence, “We must all hang together, or assuredly we shall all hang separately.”  

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Meredith Ralston
Guardians

I was steaming home from parts East and knew there were a number of dories anchored up in this cove by a fisherman staking out – guarding - his claim in the event that a school of fish might enter. 

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Meredith Ralston
Greater Reward

Driving around Vinalhaven, I saw a few dories behind a small house.  Upon knocking on the door to ask permission for a little creative trespass, I was greeted by Isabelle Osgood . . .

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Meredith Ralston
Glint

Running the boat through a tight little gut late one afternoon, the low sun had the place lit up, with this skiff moored directly in front of the dark loom of an island.

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Ghost

Poking around the perimeter of an islet not much bigger than a tennis court, I happened to look down as an imperceptible surge rolled back the island’s fringe of rockweed to reveal this old wooden trap.

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Faith

A frigid morning, with northwesterly air gnawing its way down from Canada gave us the sort of pure, crisp daylight that had me out and about in Camden.

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Meredith Ralston
Dream

Rowing my old 14 footer, MARTHA, slows me down and gets me looking at things on - and in - the water very differently.

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Meredith Ralston
Couples

Poking around an old mid-coast cemetery I was struck by this juxtaposition of stones. I think I titled it even before I made the image.

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Meredith Ralston