Fall colors: Gold, Green, Orange …. and Red, White and Blue

Mon, 10/05/2020 - 3:15pm

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  • Barnako, wiscasset, Maine Art Gallery

    Frank Barnako is a seasonal resident of Wiscasset at Clarks Point on the Sheepscot River.   His career in journalism included on air and news director positions with CBS and NBC Radio and TV stations.  He was a pioneer in the Internet, helping to create and co-found MarketWatch.com where he also developed a 200-station radio network and wrote daily columns focused on the stock market, business news, and technology. Barnako describes himself as “an aspiring photographer,” whose work can be seen at frankbarnako.com<http://frankbarnako.com>. He is a member of the town’s Investment Advisory Committee. Email him at wiscasset@barnako.com.

The hills are alive with color-rich Maine forests turning, while roadways and lawns are bursting with campaign signs.

Driving around the midcoast, I’ve seen mass-produced signs as well as hand-made one-offs.  

I’ve seen lawns with a Biden sign right across the street from a Trump placard, Take this!  No, Take That! 

Not much humor in the signs. Folks are taking this election pretty seriously, angrily-seriously. 

Sad!

This was a ‘hairy’ week for us. Luc the Briard had Salty Dog’s Lindsay give him a haircut while Pat, on Water street, did me. Pat, of course knows everything about what’s happening in Wiscasset.  After all, it’s the barber shop.

Well, that was, the case.  Ya see, Covid is the issue.  Her business is not seasonal.  Hair grows, needs to be cut.  But with Covid-restrictions on mask wearing and one customer at a time in the shop, Pat’s feeling lonely.  The typical scene in her Water Street shop is several guys sitting and talking about what’s new, who’s in, who’s where.  Not these days.  She’s still got a strong business, but it’s one-at-a-time, and you have to sit outside until she calls you. All she gets now is monologues. Sad.

There was no sadness at the Camden Snow Bowl on Sunday.  Just lots of families enjoying a sunny, brisk afternoon, riding the chair lift to the summit to see acres and acres of trees turning color in what so many, many people call their favorite season of the year.