Lobster Traps on Timber Island, ME

Saturday mornings growing up we watched those old black and white African adventure films on TV, the ones where they were always looking for the Elephant Graveyard and imagined Ivory wealth. Our walk on Timber Island this week made me think of them…not the black and white part…though the winter palette of grays and blues was pretty basic…but the graveyard part. Timber Island is evidently the place old lobster traps come to die. There are piles of them on the shore. Might be intentional piles…as in someone piled them up to get them out from underfoot…and might be current piles, just as they were deposited by the sea as it churns around the island at high tide. Hard to tell. For sure, there are, as yet, nothing equivalent to Ivory hunters looking to claim the wealth of twisted metal and bright plastic. More’s the pity. I’d be happy to play the part of the native boy and lead them too it…if for nothing else that to get them out from underfoot. 🙂

Sony HX400V at 24mm equivalent. In camera HDR. Processed in Lightroom on my Surface Pro 3 tablet.