Linda Grashoff's Photography Adventures

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.

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4 responses

  1. 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

  2. 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

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