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Fall in Maine—Not Just Another Pretty Face

Posted in Acadia, Aesthetic Realism, Autumn, Beauty, Brunswick, Camden, Fall, Landscape, Maine, Photography with tags , , , , , , on November 1, 2015 by maine1nyc


Fall in Maine is one of the most vibrant and colorful places that you will ever experience. If you click the link below you will see what I mean. Fall is also about how some things can take on aspects that seem at first sight so unattractive, yet looked at more closely, they are simply beautiful—like the gourds on this page. This, I learned from Aesthetic Realism, is universally true because of the opposites, expressed by Eli Siegel in this statement, “All beauty is a making one of opposites, and the making one of opposites is what we are going after in ourselves.”

The photos were taken in the Acadia, Camden & Brunswick areas of Maine. It was my great pleasure to be there and witness such beauty. Click here.




In Praise of Puffins

Posted in Aesthetic Realism, Art, Beauty, Birds, Maine, Photography, Puffins, Wildlife with tags , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2015 by maine1nyc

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Like many people I love Puffins. And a maxim that I care for very much by Eli Siegel from his book of maxims, Damned Welcome, had me appreciate Puffins even more as I took this photo on Machias Seal Island off the Maine Coast.

The strange really has a smile on its face; you should welcome it with open arms.

Stay tuned for more Puffin sightings to come.


Posted in Aesthetic Realism, Art, Beauty, Landscape, Maine, New York, Parks, Photography, Wildlife with tags , , , , , , , , on July 12, 2013 by maine1nyc


Why are people so affected by flowers? It seems like an easy question, or maybe one with a lot of different aspects, but I think worth giving some more thought. I started looking freshly at flowers again through my camera and was stirred in new ways—like the way they can take the light or even convey an attitude or feeling.

I am affected by how the poet and philosopher Eli Siegel writes about the relation of flowers to feeling in his lecture “Feeling Is in Science.”

“Flowers have given rise to feeling, and we soon run out of adjectives. The lily is pure. The violet is modest. The rose is proud. The hydrangea is flaunting. The carnation is confused (which it may be or not). The chrysanthemum is ostentatious. The rhododendron is uppity. We haven’t given feelings to all the flowers, but the more a flower is looked at, the more one can give it feeling….The important thing is 1) whether there is feeling possible from every object, and 2) whether that feeling will ever run out.

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Ayuh, Halloween

Posted in Landscape, Lighthouse, Maine, Photography with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on October 28, 2012 by maine1nyc

Summer’s End In Maine Continued

Posted in Art, Beauty, Boats, Landscape, Lighthouse, Maine, Photography, Wildlife with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 22, 2012 by maine1nyc
Fall has just arrived and Summer in Maine is fading, however the memories do not. Here are some more photos of this great state, including one from a close neighbor, Campobello Island, Canada. (Click to enlarge.)



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Summer’s End in Maine 2012

Posted in Art, Beauty, Boats, Landscape, Lighthouse, Maine, Photography, Rivers, Wildlife with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on September 15, 2012 by maine1nyc

This time of the year in Maine is special and wonderful. 

Still warm, yet you can feel the approach of Fall including in the crisp air, in the light and in the sky. Over the years I have returned always to discover new surprises and mystery, and to leave with greater emotion than before. These photos were taken in Washington County and in the Pemaquid area. Both places so richly represent the beauty of America’s Eastern coastline and are waiting to be discovered. Enjoy! (Click on photo to enlarge.)

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A Friend from the Deep

Posted in Aesthetic Realism, Cape Cod, Landscape, Maine, Massachusetts, Photography, Wildlife with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , on May 15, 2012 by maine1nyc

On a recent trip to Cape Cod my wife Carol and I had a thrilling experience on the Dolphin whale watch cruise out of Provincetown. As we entered the Gulf of Maine I had the opportunity to see and photograph some of the most mysterious beings on the planet—a pod of Humpback whales. The Humpback can be as large as 40 feet and weigh 40 tons, and yet in the water be grace personified. They are very intelligent, playful and curious. And as I watched and was affected by them, I had a deeper respect for the possibilities of reality.

I am including a poem by Eli Siegel, “The Whale” and his comment to it, from his book of poems Hail, American Development (Definition Press). This is a very beautiful poem that has the reality of this wonderful being ever so alive. In Eli Siegel’s poetic justice we have more feeling for the whale and see our relation to it in a wide new way.

The Whale
by Eli Siegel

Living  through  the  ocean  and  in  it,  a  big  animal
Goes  through  days  and  hours  and  through time, until
Its shape  of life  changes  altogether,  and it  dies.
It goes deep into green waters,  and  from  their depths
Where is food for it,  it  takes for its  living
Those  things  its  needs  make  it  to.

It goes  through the minutes  and hours  all  beings do  and man;
And  all  things  differently.  It is  a  strange  being,  for  nature
Has given  the seas none like it  so  big and  acting so.

46. The Whale. 1922. The whale has gone about its business these centuries, even when pursued. It has had, or whales have had the same hours and days we have had. Life for the whale is, seemingly, beginning, process, end. These three—beginning, process, end—don’t leave anything out, except as both Kierkegaard and Aristotle might say, God or Existence or Reality itself. And the whale shows reality, so it shows at least an immortal thing: what we are represents, at least, something immortal, infinite. The opposites in us as one are equivalent to immortality or infinity, and the whale has these; as the fly does. The way reality—and any reality at its beginning—is constituted is immortal. The pattern for reality is reality unstopping. So the whale in its lumbering fashion represents or instances something unceasing in reality. As the whale stands for reality, it is particularly the whale: what, however, is within particularity says something of existence as nothing and something: that is, as always.

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