Although my recent posts of Peaks Island depict a rural get-a-way within the city limits of Portland, as well as a popular tourist destination, it turns out that the island has a bit of a
dark side. I discovered this last Friday night when I was out walking with friends. There were some really strange, not to mention scary, figures moving about. Fortunately, I kept my cool and carefully documented a few of these with my camera. What follows are never-before-seen photos of Peaks’ netherworld. The left-hand photo shows one of the island’s plant infestations. I never knew these could loco mote, but it makes sense for explaining how they spread so quickly. Notice the humanesque face—eerie.
Up to this point I thought witches were socially constructed views of some women as evil due to superstitious beliefs held by the community. Not so! They really do exist, and here’s the photo to prove it on the right.
Giant spiders abounded. I found one draped over a car trying to ensnare little kids. On a positive note I found a giant carrot running free purporting its health benefits.
But if all this wasn’t enough, it turns out the
island has the nether judge. He’s a rather austere character who straddles the four dimensions of space and time of which we are all familiar, along with a fifth nether dimension. As a result, his physical presence is blurred, as shown in the right-hand photo. Islanders actually bring defendants before him for all sorts of offenses.
Apparently no one is immune from Peaks’ nether justice. Appearing before him was a member of Peaks’ landed aristocracy, accused of crimes against good nutrition. He allegedly was discovered eating a baloney
sandwich on white bread—with mayonnaise. Found guilty, you can see the convicted fading into the netherworld to serve out his sentence (to rid Peaks of all baloney), much to his attorney’s amazement.
Well, I must say, this marks a pretty dramatic end to my stay here on Peaks. My final shoots this week will be a pre-sunrise panorama of the entrance to Portland’s harbor, the Casco Bay Bridge at sunset, and some night exposures of Portland’s Old Port. I’ll cull the thousands of photos I’ve taken, from Greater Portland to Belfast, for a photo book. I would like to return to Peaks next summer to present a “behind the scenes” look at the book’s production, if there’s interest.
My trip has been both fun and reflective. However, I’ll be glad to get back to my own house with my car at-hand in my driveway so I can drive anywhere on the continent.
-From Portland and the mid-coast