Autographing an egg

While traveling to Nova Scotia, we were lucky enough to drive up the coast of Maine. I had never seen the Atlantic Ocean before but was not surprised when I discovered it to be just as beautiful as my own Pacific… though dotted with many more lighthouses. This particular lighthouse is the most photographed in the world…but it’s not the lighthouse that makes my memories what they are…it’s the people I met along the way.

Along this coast, while taking shots of this particular lighthouse I met a local Fisherman. At first, he saw the rather large lens protruding from my head and figured I was just another photographer to add to the list of fellow lighthouse worshipers. It’s was when I approached and could prove that I was fluent in “fish” that he smiled and opened up. Seems he was a lifetime Maine resident and proceeded to tell me all about the town, the beautiful coastal homes, historic facts on the lighthouse and even about the cars he collected off ebay…one shipped from California… a place he’d never been.

While talking to him, I was approached by three British people, two males and a female from Brighton. Usually I am asked to take someone’s photo. They see a large camera and they figure you’re the one to snap their picture perfect portrait to take home and show Grama.

But…this time I was asked to be in the photo. Something new to me but whatever…they were friendly so I was game. They said they were on a scavenger hunt and that they needed a picture of one of them with a total stranger. They continued with the details while I smiled and nodded, looking up at my husband. He was way up on the hill that I had climbed down to get a certain view to shoot from.

From his view he saw the older of the two men strip down to a pair of tiny black speedos, then we locked arms around each other’s shoulder, smiled brilliantly for the camera…and voila… the shot was taken. I was then asked to sign a hard boiled egg to prove that I was indeed a willing part of this escape. The gentleman had of course warned me that I might be alarmed by his skinny white body but I assured him, as any normal Californian would do…there wasn’t much left I hadn’t seen. My husband…knowing me, never thought anything out of place. 🙂

By the way, if the owner of the house in the photo is looking for people to stay and mow that big nasty lawn for say…the whole month of August…for the next twenty years…I’m willing to make the sacrifice.

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4 Responses to “Autographing an egg”

  1. You know, there’s probably a photo of you and two men in black speedos on a blog out there somewhere. And an autographed egg! (Or were you the only one who took the photo? If so, where is it ;-)?

  2. I never thought of that…maybe I made the cover of their version of the National Inquirer. I do hope my hair looked ok..

    94, Have you recently seen a photo of a skinny white man in black speedos posing with his arm around a tall blond woman…holding an egg?

    Oh, Never mind…you Brits probably see that everyday…

  3. What a great story. I can just picture that. By the way, those shots are just beautiful! may I name the first one..The Light House? it deserves it. ( I’ll bring the lawn mower)

  4. Lovely pictures, Heather. Your style of writing makes me giggle..

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