mostly grey, with a chance of orange
Moving on, now, from the meetinghouse for a few day’s worth of photos from Portland, which was a city I feel in love with the minute I arrived in town.
(Or, probably, it was within the first hour, when I discovered the deliciousness that is Hazelnut Porter. Raising a glass to you, Sea Dog Brewing Company.)
But anyway, here’s a bit of color that I found late one afternoon on the daily stroll down the Custom House Wharf.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
kitchen/aid
What can I say? I’m a sucker for a KitchenAid mixer.
And a turquoise window frame? Yes, please.
And old bricks? Certainly.
And a photo of all of it? But, of course.
Portland, Maine
photographed 3.15.2026
(im)perfection
I liked the way that worn wood reflected light. I like that big window. And the frescoes on the walls are nice, too. The low angle seemed right.
But mostly, I made this shot to honor that one baluster was leaning all the way over on its neighbor. Because that’s what neighbors are for, right?
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.21.2026
lignum
The choir loft at the meetinghouse was nice, once I got used to the steep (very) and narrow (especially with a camera and a tripod) stairs. There was good light. The rope for the church bell was right there in case you wanted to, uh, hear the dulcet tones of the bell. There were pews for the choir members. And hymnals. And an organ that had very definitely seen better days.
And here’s one of the wood side panels of the organ, with a view of the nicely-weathered floor beyond.
At one point during our time there, I sat in one of the pews and wept. I wept for the abundance of my life that let me take such a trip, for the abundance of my friendships that made the trip so perfect, for the things I thought were wrong in my life, and for the things I know for a fact were (and are – this was only in March) wrong with the world. The space and my time in it felt like an important planetary alignment.
And now that I’ve edited this photo, I see how there’s a distinct balance/tension between the dark and the light. Sort of like real life.
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
church on a platter
Look! A church on a platter!!
(Detail from a fresco inside the South Solon Meetinghouse. It’s a little trippy to look at a painting of the outside of the very same building you are standing inside of.) (Also, what do you think that kid on the side is glaring at? She seems somewhat unhappy.)
South Solon Meetinghouse
Solon, Maine
photographed 3.19.2026
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