We spent three nights last week by the ocean in Wells, Maine. I will write more about that in the coming days, but wanted to start with a Robert Frost poem that came to mind when I saw a row of ocean facing benches. They were occupied at the time, but this photo shows the same perches when no one was on them.
I have always loved Frost’s attempt to understand our fascination with staring at waves, ships and sea birds. We literally can’t look out too far or down too deep. Of course, he is playing with the idea that we are in deep contemplation as we gaze, hoping for some profound insights otherwise unavailable.
But as he says “when was that ever a bar?” I keep looking too, deep insight or not. Mostly not.
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We also have a Wells, 18 miles north. A seaside resort, and fishing harbour. I wonder if that was how your one in Maine got its name? https://wellsguide.com/
Best wishes, Pete.
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Since every other place got its name from yours I imagine so.
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Looks like we both managed a getaway. 🙂 I love the poetry of Robert Frost but was not familiar with this poem. Thanks for sharing it. And I look forward to hearing more of your adventure.
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I will post several times.
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So beautiful
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Thanks.
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I too can sit and look at waves for hours on end.
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I love this poem Elizabeth and totally get it. I could spend hours just gazing out to sea – in fact I have done so!
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I love his wry sense of humor here.
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Sounds like you had a good trip
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In the Main(e), Well(s) done! 😉
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Too funny. Thanks.
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I love this because like those people, I stare at the ocean, too. Who doesn’t? Frost had it right.
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I do love his observations here.
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I love Frost’s poetry. He was spot on with this poem. Wells is beautiful, and I look forward to reading about your visit.
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First photos today. Words in the coming few days.
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🙂
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A lovely poem, Elizabeth, and perfectly suited to the picture.
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Thanks.
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I love to see people using the benches in my local (coastal) town. For a long while those on the ‘banjo’ (a concrete structure offering a walkway and protection to the beach) have been closed off for pandemic reasons. I visited the town this week – first time for several months – and was delighted to see the banjo open and the benches filled. Personally, I prefer to stand and gaze out to sea, but whatever our preferences I think we all feel the call to gaze over those waves. Glad you got away, Elizabeth; I look forward to hearing more.
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Thanks. I like looking while walking. The benches were handicapped accessible which gives more people a chance to enjoy the view too.
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