KCT Thought of the Week, August 8, 2014

"I loved being in the tower at sunset. . . .I felt that spiritually we visited with the people in all of those lights, we knew they were trying to do the same thing we were, protecting navigation.  For what was the whole sum and substance of our job, to keep the light going when it should, for there was someone out there who would be running for the light.  If it wasn't in proper operating order or wasn't lit, there was trouble.  The lights were lifelines to sailors and navigators."  Connie Scovill Small in "The Lighthouse Keeper's Wife"

Goat Island Light - Guarding Cape Porpoise Harbor:  Photo by Mark Jones

KCT Thought of the Week, July 25, 2014

“A chaos of mind and body - a time for weeping at sunsets and at the glamour of moonlight - a confusion and profusion of beliefs and hopes, in God, in Truth, in Love, and in Eternity - an ability to be transported by the beauty of physical objects - a heart to ache or swell- a joy so joyful and a sorrow so sorrowful that oceans could lie between them...”  T.H. White, ‘The Once and Future King’

Beauty at the head of Cape Porpoise Harbor:  Photo by Stacey Bradbury

KCT Thought of the Week, July 4, 2014

“The southwest wind brought us the soft aroma of the pines, the dry odor of dead leaves, the scent of the marsh and of the gray mud, washed by the tides. It seemed to me the most beautiful country in the world—more beautiful, in spite of the November chill and the dull autumn twilight, than the mountains of Spain or the parks of England—than the broad rivers, the prairies, the lakes, the towering cliffs of the West. There was something about it that caught at my throat—that filled me with a sense of exultation: of freedom. It was my country. In it there was something mysterious and unseen that could never be taken from me. Others might call it theirs: might drive me from it: might burn down the house: might fell the gnarled apple tree beside the kitchen door; but the river would be there still, winding in S’s through the marsh. The sea and the pines and the rounded ledges would be there always, waiting. There would always be ducks, contentedly peering beneath the banks for the strange things ducks eat: always a green heron to flop from the marsh in a frenzy of fear: always the fragrance of mallow and lilacs in the spring, the sweet breath of the sea, the web of song from the bobolinks and robins. Whatever happened, it would be my country still.” ~ Kenneth Roberts, “Rabble in Arms”
Celebrating Freedom: Photo by Robert Dennis


Thought of the Week, June 27, 2014

"When I have thought of kindness or cruelty, weariness or exuberance, devotion or betrayal, carelessness or care, doggedness or awkwardness or grace, I have had in my mind's eye the men and women of this place, their faces and gestures and movements."  ~ Wendell Berry, in "A Native Hill", "The Art of the Commonplace"

A Perfect Day at Cape Porpoise Pier:  Photo by Robert Dennis

KCT Thought of the Week, June 13, 2014

“Out on the ocean now it is beginning to roughen and the southwest wind is blowing the smallish waves into larger versions of themselves.  They are beginning to break upon the beach with curling whitecaps at their crests and the water that they consist of seems no longer blue but rather a dull and somber grey.”  ~  Alistair Macleod, “As Birds Bring Forth the Sun and Other Stories”

Fog & Rain on the Coast of Maine:  Photo by Robert Dennis

KCT Thought of the Week, May 23, 2014

Cover them over with beautiful flowers,
Deck them with garlands, those brothers of ours,
Lying so silent by night and by day
Sleeping the years of their manhood away.
Give them the meed they have won in the past;
Give them the honors their future forcast;
Give them the chaplets they won in the strife;
Give them the laurels they lost with their life.
~ Will Carleton

Trust Tulips (Thanks to Gail Roller):  Photo by Lisa Lassey

KCT Thought of the Week, April 25, 2014

What do we plant when we plant the tree?

We plant the ship that will cross the sea,

We plant the mast to carry the sails,

We plant the planks to withstand the gales—

The keel, the keelson, and the beam and knee—

We plant the ship when we plant the tree.   Henry Abbey (1842 – 1911) “What Do We Plant”

 

The Adams’ plant Christmas trees, the source of future memories:  Photo by Tom Bradbury