I know there are one or two of you.
If the last two posts seemed incomprehensible to you, please bear with me. We're about to go back to business as usual.
What's the Fray? Here's a description from a post almost a year ago:
"For anyone reading this who's unfamiliar with the Fray (which I've now referred to in two posts, and certainly will again), there's a good description in Wikipedia, written, I believe, largely by Fray stalwarts Deej and Betty the Crow."
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
Oopsnosity
There. That should put this buggy in the fast lane.
A big thank-you to Hipparchia, and a friendly shout to our neighbours up north, with special thanks for your air.
A big thank-you to Hipparchia, and a friendly shout to our neighbours up north, with special thanks for your air.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Narrow gauge in Portland, Maine (cont'd).
As noted at the close of my previous post on this subject, Maine's narrow gauge railroads had rails only two feet apart. This, I believe, was the narrowest gauge in common use in the U.S. Below are two tiny engines standing on the same siding as the freight cars shown in the earlier post.
After I took these photos, we began walking back towards the fishermen's wharves to buy some lobsters for our evening meal. We had gone a short way, and were passing a couple going in the opposite direction, when the woman said, "Look! Here comes The Cat." I looked over towards the harbor and saw the big catamaran ferry that runs between Portland and Yarmouth, Nova Scotia entering the mouth of the Fore River.
Having photographed The Cat, I rejoined my wife and our friend to continue our walk to the fish market. However, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made me excuse myself and go running back toward the railroad museum.
It was old No. 4, a gorgeously preserved 0-4-4 loco, pulling another S.R.& R.L. combine car. A fitting finish to a fine afternoon of train watching.
After I took these photos, we began walking back towards the fishermen's wharves to buy some lobsters for our evening meal. We had gone a short way, and were passing a couple going in the opposite direction, when the woman said, "Look! Here comes The Cat." I looked over towards the harbor and saw the big catamaran ferry that runs between Portland and Yarmouth, Nova Scotia entering the mouth of the Fore River.
Having photographed The Cat, I rejoined my wife and our friend to continue our walk to the fish market. However, I saw something out of the corner of my eye that made me excuse myself and go running back toward the railroad museum.
It was old No. 4, a gorgeously preserved 0-4-4 loco, pulling another S.R.& R.L. combine car. A fitting finish to a fine afternoon of train watching.
Monday, August 14, 2006
Sometimes, pessimism works.
Especially when you've gotten to the point of discounting it.
Could Pedro Martinez be like The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay?
After all, 'twas a poem writ in Boston.
Could Pedro Martinez be like The Wonderful One-Hoss Shay?
After all, 'twas a poem writ in Boston.
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