Simply A Woman Alone

A woman alone stares out onto Gloucester Harbor with her trusty dog beside.

Peering deep into the sky or honoring a lost loved one?

Simply A Woman Alone

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Simply Lonely

Thanksgiving Day at Stage Fort Park in Gloucester.


One Lonely Afternoon
Written by Russell Edson

Since the fern can't go to the sink for a drink of
water, I graciously submit myself to the task, bringing two
glasses from the sink.
And so we sit, the fern and I, sipping water together.

Of course I'm more complex than a fern, full of deep
thoughts as I am. But I lay this aside for the easy company
of an afternoon friendship.

I don't mind sipping water with a fern, even though,
had I my druthers, I'd be speeding through the sky for
Stockholm, sipping a bloody mary with a wedge of lime.

And so we sit one lonely afternoon sipping water
together. The fern looking out of its fronds, and I, looking
out of mine . . .

Simply Lonely

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Simply Opus 137 (part two)

The story continues from Simply Opus 137 (part one).

Here is the "workshop" finished piece. Certainly is a work of art.

The organ will later be disassembled for transport to The Parish
of Christ Church in Andover and where it will be reassembled and tuned.

One of the first few organists to play Opus 137.

Some of the magnificent woodwork.

Doves and cross.

An extra set of hands is often needed when playing organ!

Could be a future stop puller.

Simply Opus 137 (part two)

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Simply Opus 137 (part one)

C. B. Fisk held an open house at their workshop in Gloucester
on November 13, 2010 to celebrate the work on Opus 137, a two-manual,
32-stop organ for The Parish of Christ Church in Andover, Massachusetts.

Each organ begins as a scale model of the organ in its building.
This is a scale model of the organ in the balcony at Parish of Christ Church.

Ingots of lead and tin used to make the pipes of the organ.

The ingots are melted and mixed according to required
specifications for the desired tonal qualities.

Once melted, the molten metal is ladled into the tipping pot where it is stirred and cooled until the temperature is just right. Then the liquid metal is poured from the tipping pot into the wooden box and spread across the length of the table to form one long sheet of tapered metal.

After cooling, the sheet is rolled up and marked for stock to make pipes.

A view of the back of Opus 137 of some of the finished pipes.

Simply Opus 137 (part one)

Visit Simply Opus 137 (part two) for the rest of the story.

More information can be found at the C. B Fisk web site.

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Simply A Boardwalk

The lonely boardwalk at Good Harbor Beach in late autumn.
Makes one wonder what lies ahead for the coming season.

Simply A Boardwalk

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Simply A Shack

Old abandoned fish house bordering Lanes Cove in Gloucester.

Simply A Shack

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Simply Anchor

You were born on September 27, 1998 to Golden Shadow and Nosey Brown
and made the trip from Groveland to Gloucester a few weeks later.

The first night was a very long night for you (and us) being away from
your little brothers and sisters. You finally did sleep nestled on top
of a pair of shoes that were worn when we picked you up that day.

Your official name was "Anchors Away" but we always called you
"Anchor" or "Ankie", or sometimes "Anchor the Wonder Dog".

You sat by the edge of the road at the bus stop each morning with
Benjamin, Spencer and Meredith always waiting for the day that
Nancy the School Bus Driver would invite you to join them.

You always knew before anyone else at the end of the school day
when the bus would be back to drop them off.

Or perhaps, you knew it was time for the Milk Bone that you
always got for an after school treat.

Most times, you put up with our silly human ways.

You loved the walks we took and would travel twice as far as we
did, always running ahead until just about out of sight before
running back to us to show us the way.

You were supposed to be a "water dog" although
you seemed to prefer boating to swimming.

Good Harbor was one of your favorite places to visit.
You would run, chase and retrieve thrown balls,
dip in and out of the water, as well as meet a few
other dog friends along the way. Those were some of
your happiest days. Even when you no longer found
chasing a ball to be enjoyable, you still loved the beach.

I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.

As our Lord grew to manhood His faithful dog,
Would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked it's delight,
For The One who died for all men.

Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
The old pal so dear to me.
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
Knowing they're in eternity.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.

--Author Unknown

Rest In Peace, Anchor.
October 28, 2010

We will miss you always.
Goodbye, for now.

Simply Anchor

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Simply Midnight

The F/V Midnight Sun heading out past the Paint Factory in Gloucester Harbor.

Simply Midnight

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Simply Size Matters

The F/V Midnight Sun and F/V Voyager
appear to stare down (steer down?)
a small center console in Gloucester Harbor.

You go first!

Simply Size Matters

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Simply Quiet

A very quiet morning in Gloucester.

Simply Quiet

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Simply Playing Hookie?

Dockside scene in Gloucester.

Out for the day?

Or out for the season?

Simply Playing Hookie?

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Simply Fall Colors

The leaves are not the only thing which shows the changing
colors of the season. The parade of boats out of the water
will soon be adorning our shores with their brightly colored hulls.

Simply Fall Colors

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Simply On The Hard

Waiting for the next tide.

And someone to fill them.

Simply On The Hard

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