One week—Maine media

Every year I try to take a photography workshop. Sometimes I am lucky and can sneak in two. This year I was really lucky to have found Maine Media in Rockport, Maine.

It’s not an easy place to get to from Salem, Oregon. But believe me, it was worth the red-eye flight to Boston, the four-hour wait at the airport for a four-hour bus ride to Camden and hoofing it everywhere I went while I was there.

The empty warehouse

On Monday and Tuesday we started out the day with a lecture in the morning and shooting in the afternoon. I was delighted when Monday afternoon we were in a vacant warehouse in Rockland, Maine. There were only four of us in the class, nearly un-heard of for most workshops. There were four students, four models and four hours to explore the three-story warehouse. Eureka!

The name of the course was Creative Lighting on Location. Our first day brought us remarkable window light. Every room in the warehouse was draped with light.


One of my favorite models was Peter. He was a retired dairy farmer. He laughed when he said he was launching his second career.

Hot surfaces

The options were endless as we explored the warehouse. I think I want a warehouse of my very own.

Even the dark hallways had windows that begged to light a subject.

Timbercliffe Cottage

Nearly all of our photo shoots were done on location. We were given an assignment, lighting and instructed to set up our own shots. Help was always just around the corner.

The second day we visited a bed and breakfast in Camden, Maine. A very sweet couple owned and operated a six bedroom inn. By summer they greeted guests, by winter they flew to California.

Wooden boat in the making

On Wednesday we were back in Rockland, Maine. This time we were cut loose in a two-year school known as the Apprenticeshop.

Students came from near and far to learn to build wooden boats. Most of the students were in the lower part of the building restoring a lobster boat. Exploring the upper two floors was almost too much fun. The air was filled with the sweet smell of freshly cut wood.

A ship in every harbor

Every chance I got during the week I spent gazing out at the harbors. I must have been a fisherman in a past life, a part of me really longed to be out at sea.


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