#Narraguagus Light

[jadafitch]

Narraguagus Light, Pond Island, Narraguagus Bay, Milbridge, Maine. In 1878 an inn and clubhouse were built on Pond Island. In summer, The Gott family were happy to have guests of the inn pop by the lighthouse for a visit, and on Sundays they regularly hosted gatherings. Winters were rather lonely though.

[pharology101]

LOTD: Narraguagus/Pond Island

‘~sorry for delay - meant for March 6th, 2018~

(from: https://www.unc.edu/~rowlett/lighthouse/me.htm)

Narraguagus (Pond Island)

1853. Inactive since 1934; charted as a landmark. 31 ft (9.5 m) round cylindrical granite tower with lantern and gallery, painted white; lantern black. The 1-1/2 story Victorian wood keeper's house (1875) is privately owned. A brick workroom joining the tower to the keeper's quarters was added in 1887. Oil house (1905). Not to be confused with the Pond Island Light in the mouth of the Kennebec (see below). Anderson's page has a good photo, Huelse has a historic postcard view, and Google has a satellite view. The light was replaced by a lighted bell buoy offshore. Located on the southeast corner of Pond Island off Tom Leighton Point, about 5 miles (8 km) south of Milbridge at the entrance to Narraguagus Bay. The entire island is privately owned. Visible from boat toursfrom Milbridge. Site and tower closed. Owner/site manager: private. ARLHS USA-526; USCG 1-1635.

(photo found here; ©Jeremy D’Entremont)

[danetobelieve]

Once Upon A Mime In White Crest || Solo

A thin mist of rain peeled down from the thunderously dark clouds that hung over Winston’s head. 

Pulling their already sodden hood over their head, Winston felt a trickle of water roll from their very wet hair, down the end of their forehead and leak into their eye. A slender finger darted upwards and quickly wiped it away before it could cause anymore irritation. 

Their sneaker sploshed through a puddle and water sprayed across the already wet pavement as they headed from the Police Station back to where they had left their car parked. 

They cursed themselves for not just driving, but when they had finished class before their shift at the station the weather had been warm and positively balmy. But right now the fact that they were soaked to their core was hardly their greatest concern...

No. 

They were pretty sure that they were being followed. 

They’d noticed it as they had been walking across the bridge that spanned from the White Crest Police Station side of the Whye River to the block which Quarter sat on. The industrial metal of the bridge had always been a sturdy and reassuring staple of Winston’s journey to and from work, home and university. 

As they had been walking across the bridge, slowly crossing above the still and dark water that led into the Narraguagus Bay, that was when they had noticed a reflection in the water. 

A figure, dressed in dark clothes, or so Winston thought at first. They were Winston’s rough height, build and weight. They were maybe ten paces behind Winston but yet they moved so silently that Winston was almost surprised that they hadn’t heard them. Of course they had been walking with headphones in, so the music had probably muffled the sounds that this person would’ve made. 

Pulling one earbud out of their ear, Winston kept a keen ear out but still heard nothing. 

As they kept walking, they kept an eye on their apparent and very recently acquired shadow. At first they thought that it was just a coincidence, but then they took a left that they were not meant to, it took them away from the University. The figure took the same left a minute after Winston. 

Winston started turning randomly, zig zagging through Downtown and heading towards the Bend, seeing if they could get rid of whoever the hell this was following them. 

It was impossible. Whenever Winston thought that they had lost them, the person following them would appear moments later and continue ominously, silently striding towards them. 

They didn’t even make any sound when they splashed through a puddle. 

Swallowing, Winston felt their heart race and went to pull out their phone. They were going to send a group text; Ariana, Blanche, Nell, Ricky, Rio, maybe even Athena, anyone who could help, they just needed to know that Winston was not okay. 

As their thumb pressed down on the home button of their phone, Winston’s stomach dropped. 

It was one of those drops that makes you feel somewhat nauseous. As if whatever it was that just happened couldn’t have been any worse. As if the situation that Winston found themself in could’ve been any creepier. They were being followed by a silent person who they couldn’t seem to lose and to make matters worse this had happened. 

Winston gulped. 

Their phone was dead. 

Great. Just typical. 

Cursing silently to themself, Winston hurried off. The best option now was to get to their car. It was closer then the station and as things got darker Winston knew that there would only be more danger. 

Maybe they would get lucky and find a hunter patrolling that could help them, somehow Winston doubted it though. They never got lucky. 

Hurrying down a dark alleyway, Winston found their steps grow quicker and faster, going from a Adagio to a Andante before exploding into a Prestissimo as Winston’s footsteps thundered down the dark alleyway.

They were really glad that they had started working out, running still was their least favourite thing to do but at least they were going to be able to make it back to their car without feeling like they were going to faint. 

As they hurtled away from their stalker, Winston glanced over their shoulder. 

They couldn’t see much for the most part, just darkness occassionally punctuated by a light from the street or one of the shops that Winston ran past. 

Their breath grew ragged. 

They couldn’t hear anything, there was no indication that they were even being followed and yet Winston knew better then that. Whatever this was hadn’t made a sound once, and Winston thought that there was probably a reason for all of that. 

Swallowing, they turned a corner and pressed themselves against the wall they’d sprinted past a second ago. 

Slowly, they peaked from around the brickwork. The figure had slowed a little, but was still a little ways off. Yet it kept an even, steady pace and moved through the darkness. With all the shadows, not to mention the recent New Moon hanging over White Crest, there wasn’t much light. 

Yet as the silhouette pressed on after Winston, it moved under a street light. 

It was just a moment. 

Just a second. 

A flash of light as the figure moved under a street lamp. 

A blur of white and black stripes. 

Was that a beret?

Winston gulped nervously as they spotted white face paint. 

Sweat trickled down their temple, rolling from above their ear to their jaw in moments. Were they sweating because they were running or because they were completely terrified by what they were seeing? Winston wasn’t sure. Winston wasn’t sure that they wanted to know what they were seeing. 

It couldn’t be possible. 

They couldn’t possibly be seeing what they were seeing. 

There was no way that this could be true. There was no way that they could be actually physically seeing this. It had to be some kind of trick or illusion, some sort of magic that was pulling the wool over their eyes. Glamours were real right? There were other ways that people hid themselves supernaturally and changed the way that they looked right? 

Winston couldn’t comprehend what they were seeing, this was some sick joke. Someone had decided that they were going to mess with them. It was the thing that had Regan claimed was a cat or a dog or a drunk frat boy. 

It was something. But whatever that something was, it definitely wasn’t real. Winston could accept it. They wouldn’t accept it. This wasn’t real. 

It couldn’t be. 

Wrapping their slender fingers around the corner of the building, Winston slowly peered out once more as the figure got ever closer, slowing down as it tried to look for them. It moved underneath a sign for a realtor’s office and the bright lights that remained on in the night illuminated the pavement that their stalker stepped into. 

There they were, dressed from head to toe in black and white stripes, with a beret and white face paint. 

There was no mistaking it. 

That was them. 

Mime Winston.

[americanbuildings]

Barn, view northwest, south and east sides - Narraguagus Light Station, On eastern side of Pond Island at entrance to Narraguagus Bay, Milbridge, Washington County, ME

[hawaiianhalfwolf]

How Far I’ll Go | Solo

“But I come back to the water, no matter how hard I try”

Keeping his foot on the break, Noah just listened to the steady chug of his truck’s engine through his open window, the rhythm almost in time with the throbbing in his hand. He didn’t know exactly why he was driving, except to just drive, to get himself out of that stupid house for a day. The one where everyone was mad at him for coming home with more injuries and not being more cautious and not like proud that he was able to help close two of those stupid portals. “Well excuse me for trying” He muttered into the cab the light in front of him finally turning green.

Shaking it off though Noah just kept driving trying not to think very much. Because when he did he remembered the boat from yesterday. He remembered every vivid detail, down to the small red pen mark on one of it’s seat cushions (courtesy of a younger more devious Noah). It was Ka Lupo, or The Wolf in its english translation, and his dad had loved that boat like one of his own children. He even sacrificed his own garage space for his precious boat, so it could sit there protected during the winter.

Now The Wolf sat at the bottom of the Narraguagus bay. Even in the winter.

Biting at his lip as the the sting of wetness rose behind his eyelashes, Noah just kept driving, trying not to think about that day again. Because he had so many good memories of his dad and the sea. So many just good memories in general that one bad wasn’t worth it.

Taping his fingers against the wheel he let the breeze from his window run through his hair wondering where the hell he actually was. And he didn’t know if it was subconscious, or just his truck having a mind of its own and taking him to a place he thought he needed to be, but Noah’s eyes widened slightly when he saw the sign. Daryl’s Mini Storage. Listening to his tires screech slightly as he applied the brakes Noah hurriedly turned on his blinker, heart beating wildly in his chest. He hadn’t been here in years, but he could still remember the number as vividly as his own birthdate. 434B

Parking close to the locker after being stopped for some information by the gate agent Noah stopped the engine examining his key ring. He knew he had the key, the one he’d stolen from Cahill years ago. It had been on his key ring ever since, a silent reminder that he’d almost forgotten about. Taking a deep breath Noah opened his truck door and got out. Standing in front of the faded red door, Noah inserted the key into the lock, before rolling open the creaky storage locker door. Standing there Noah took in all of the shit piled up inside, and begged himself to just breathe through it. Because inside of this storage locker was every piece of furniture, and every piece of paraphernalia from his old house, down to the ratty old couch they’d kept in the basement.

Feeling his legs start to shake Noah sat down cross legged in front of it all eyes glancing over the stacks of boxes and the piles of furniture. It was all still here. Cahill hadn’t done anything to it. Reaching out for one of the end side tables nearest him Noah felt along it for the scratch, the one he’d put there when he was a toddler playing with his mother’s keys. Yea it was all still here.

Sighing slightly Noah took his hand off the table. Last time he had been here he’d been 15 and he remembered sitting here exactly like this and just sobbing. But today he didn’t really feel like crying, he just felt, well sad. “And that’s what we call progress” He muttered to himself as he stretched his legs out slightly. Yea If only his therapist could see him now.

Sitting there looking at just everything all piled up in this massive room Noah noticed something he hadn’t noticed in a while. The large black zippered bag that was wedged in between the side of the wall and a stack of boxes, its placement careful but yet haphazard. As if the person who’d put it there didn’t really want to put it it there at all. Taking hold of it Noah manhandled it out into the open the weight and shape familiar in his hands. He didn’t even need to take off the case to know it was his Dad’s old Mini-Mal, one of his most prized surfboards. If Ka Lupo had been like his third child, this Mini Malibu 3 finned surfboard he’d had shipped to the house from his favorite shop in Hawai’i might have been his fourth. Leaning it up against the outside of the locker Noah just stared at it. The last time he saw this surfboard in it’s entirety he’d been 14 years old, back when they used to surf every saturday.

Unzipping the cover Noah ran his hand over the rough deck, everything coming back to him. He had been too small to properly ride it back in the day, but he remembered the few times his dad had let him practice with it, his dad trying to give him pointers after every run. It was an unspoken rule but Noah had a feeling this board had always been meant for him when he grew into it, his dad taking care to teach him how to care for it. How to love it just like he did.

And now he’d never be able to ride this board again.

“Actually no.” Noah breathed out into the storage locker. He was not going to let that stupid boat and that stupid wreck take this fucking away from him too. Zipping the cover back up on the surfboard Noah placed it in his truck mind made up. He knew how to surf. He knew how to swim. He knew how to do both of those things, and unbeknownst to a lot of people he could do them well, like really well. So what was the difference between then and now? I mean he was bigger after all, and probably the perfect size now for this thing. And it wasn’t like he needed someone to drive it down to the water for him. He was perfectly capable of that himself now with his truck. What was stopping him?

Oh right, that one measly fear.

Taking a breath, Noah looked at the surfboard in his truck. Surfing meant getting back in the water, and the water meant. He paused, the feeling of the ocean water in his lungs, the feeling of fire in his lungs as he begged for just another minute. One more minute to pull his brother from the wreckage.  

Leaning his head on the side of the truck Noah just focused on breathing the wetness behind his eyes threatening to spill again. Except this time, this time was different. “God fucking damn” He yelled the rage inside boiling over. It had been 8 years. He should be over this by now. He should be fine.  He should be riding that surfboard by now, just like his father wanted.

And you know what he was going to.

[nightmare-afton-cosplay]

Measuring Up: What a 2,500-Square-Foot House Costs Around the Country

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Today, we showcase 10 shining examples of the power of location. You may be weary of hearing how important location is when discussing real estate, but realistically, it’s the one element a buyer cannot change.

As a result, all square feet aren’t created equal. We picked 10 homes—all measuring 2,500 square feet—on the market right now, to illustrate how geography dictates vastly different results when it comes to housing prices.

You’ll easily see the disparity on same-sized properties across the country. On the high end, the most expensive 2,500-square-foot home we found is a $6.2 million residence overlooking the Pacific Ocean in the picture-perfect locale of Laguna Beach. On the other end of the price spectrum, an intrepid buyer can score a historic home of exactly the same size in Maine for one-forty-sixth of the Laguna Beach price.

Do you dream of owning a 2,500-square-foot home of your own? Location makes all the difference! Take a look at these 10 homes and see for yourself…

31881 Circle Dr, Laguna Beach, CA

Price: $6,199,000 Price per square foot: $2,480

Laguna luxury: Listen to the waves lapping against this three-bedroom oceanfront home. Built in 1995, it includes modern finishes, imported stone floors, and walls of windows framing impeccable views. The bathrooms and kitchen were recently remodeled, but the most striking spot in the house is the oceanfront terrace, with space for entertaining lucky guests.

Laguna Beach, CA

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63 Main St, Cherryfield, ME 

Price: $135,000 Price per square foot: $54

Cherryfield Federal: Built in 1854, this historic six-bedroom with a cherry-red door still boasts many of its original features. It’s been updated tastefully throughout. The floors are a combination of woods, including maple, yellow pine, and pumpkin. The living room is filled with natural light, thanks to floor-to-ceiling windows, and features a retrofitted wood-pellet stove. The nearly half-acre lot overlooks the Narraguagus River and also includes a barn and garden shed.

Cherryville, ME

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145 Rosebrook Dr, Hazelwood, MO

Price: $305,000 Price per square foot: $122

Hazelwood honey: This four-bedroom brick house is a traditional take on Midwestern living. The interiors are roomy and light and filled with hardwood floors, built-ins, and a fireplace. Outside, there’s a large deck and rolling lawns for friends and family to gather and play.

Hazelwood, MO

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1431 58th St, Cicero, IL

Price: $229,900 Price per square foot: $92

Blond bungalow: While the word “bungalow” is usually reserved for smaller homes, this blond brick bungalow features three levels. Inside you’ll find a finished basement, a finished attic, and a whopping seven bedrooms. Highlights include original stained-glass windows, refinished hardwood floors on the main level, and updated bathrooms.

Cicero, IL

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5016 San Adan Ave NW, Albuquerque, NM

Price: $445,000 Price per square foot: $178

Albuquerque Andalucia: Built just five years ago, this stucco home with a tile roof is located in the desirable Andalucia neighborhood. It fits right into the New Mexico style, with high ceilings, fireplace, wood-look tile flooring, stacked stone accents, and granite countertops. The master suite features a sitting room and fireplace and two walk-in closets. Out back, there’s plenty of room to relax on the patio around the fire pit or by the fountain.

Albuquerque, NM

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107 Town Line Rd, Wainscott, NY

Price: $6,150,000 Price per square foot: $2,460

Wainscott wonder: This stylish Hamptons beach getaway includes both upper and lower decks, situated on a large pool. The four-bedroom home offers clean lines, fireplaces, a sleek kitchen, full basement, and outdoor shower. Walls of glass bring the lush, green grounds indoors, while the large lot offers plenty of room to expand the home’s footprint.

Wainscott, NY

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11215 53rd Ave N, St. Petersburg, FL

Price: $599,000 Price per square foot: $240

Brand new: This custom three-bedroom home is situated on a large lot just five minutes from the beach. Interior highlights include 10-foot ceilings, crown molding, hardwood floors, a custom staircase, gourmet kitchen, and a den that opens onto a large lanai patio.

Saint Petersburg, FL

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1705 Carrington Ct, Old Hickory, TN

Price: $325,000 Price per square foot: $130

Brick beauty: Tucked into a quiet cul-de-sac, this three-bedroom brick home is less than a decade old. It includes a fireplace, stainless-steel appliances, a main bedroom suite with dual vanities, and walk-in closet. Outside, there’s both a lower deck and a balcony for taking in the fresh air with family and friends.

Old Hickory, TN

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304 17th Ave S, Bangor, WI

Price: $259,900 Price per square foot: $104

Village Victorian: This bright, white, four-bedroom Victorian is striking from every angle. There’s ornate woodwork throughout—oak hardwood floors with walnut and cherry inlays, as well as a kitchen with refinished cabinetry. The bathroom off the kitchen was recently remodeled, and all of the bedrooms have ample closet space. Outside, the nearly half-acre lot is filled with perennial gardens.

Bangor, WI

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33521 Cleek Way, Long Neck, DE

Price: $249,000 Price per square foot: $100

Baywood Greens: Located in the Baywood Green Golf Course community, this three-bedroom contemporary house comes with a full slate of community amenities. Built in 2005, the property is being sold fully furnished, and includes a golf cart for cruising the greens or going down the street to the community center. Other highlights include a loft at the top of the stairs, attic space, and a fully landscaped yard.

Long Neck, DE

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[tidewalker77]

Another view of Narraguagus Light.

[tidewalker77]

Narraguagus Light on Pond Island Milbridge, Maine. Also known as Pond Island Light. Tower stands at 31′