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  • I was alone on an islet off Stonington this day…heaven.

    I anchored the boat and rowed ashore, thinking I might spend a few quiet hours on this little universe, just basking in the glory of the day.

    I was about halfway through poking around the perimeter of the island – it isn't much bigger than a tennis court – when I happened to look down as an imperceptible surge rolled back the island’s fringe of rockweed to reveal this old wooden trap.

    It was strangely startling. I had thought myself utterly alone, yet here was the presence of humankind, suddenly, there on the island with me.

    My always fertile imagination immediately kicked into gear….whose trap was this? How did it fetch up here? What were the stories in this?

    Certainly, this is another of my portraits of someone missing. But who and how and why?

    I titled this Ghost in response to those mysteries, but also because a trap that is lost to the sea keeps fishing, keeps catching lobsters that, in turn, feed on the lobsters that preceded them into the trap. These are known as ghost traps…they just keep on fishing.

    The pearl of light, the flashing momentary reflection of the sun, was the icing on the cake.

    It’s funny how much that gleam appeals to people, funnier still that I have one friend who works as a ferry skipper who really doesn’t like that pearl at all. But his wife loves it so she took a print of this as partial payment for a boat I bought from them.

    Sort of makes me think of the butterfly effect…the lost trap ultimately turned into a new boat for my family.

    This, in turn, reminds me that I once spent a day with Edward Lorenz who originated that theory…but that’s another story.

    So many, many, many stories....and we are the lucky ones who get to sing, write, whisper, share, create, and live them.
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