Northeaster
· by Roy Edlund
I recently read an article in DownEast Magazine from a few years ago about a book by Maine author, Cathie Pelletier about an epic Maine snowstorm, billed as a gripping story of people pushed to the limits of endurance.
But what appealed to the contrarian in me was the title: Northeaster.
One word, no apostrophe.
She says that "nor'easter" is really a faux-folksy invention, a bit of affectation from landlubbers who want to sound salty calling it "pretentious and altogether lamentable."
Now, I've stood on this beach through more of these storms than I can count, and I've called every one of them a nor'easter. It does sound salty. Can that be pretentious? 🙂
I've always felt a kinship to the downeasters in Maine and well, I wanted to explain my post title.
Unrelated but funny story, one of my sons was born in Maine and when I said he was a Mainer because he was born there, I was told, "just because a cat has kittens in an oven, you don't call them biscuits."
I love Mainers.
Anyway, we had a bit of weather this past week, that we're still dealing with the aftermath of. I don't often get too caught up in the hype and leave the documenting to others more skilled than I.
But I do love being out in the weather and I try to capture the fury if I can, but the drab sky and lack of contrast usually finds my eyes seeking the other stuff.
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Prints of the photos in this post are available in the Beach Bum Gallery on paper, canvas and metal.