Figure 1 – Honey golden Coneflowers, July 2020, Salem Maritime National National historic Site. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

Midsummer, the bringer of dreams, has this year brought with it a marvelous crop of coneflowers. The colors are many and delightfully varied. I offer up the photographs of Figures 1 & 2. 

There is an ancient Indian proverb that says that,

“all the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today.”

This seems to me very apt for these times of disease, incompetence, racial and political turmoil. We need to be careful what seeds we sow. On the other hand, there is a beautiful garden to be grown, and we must have faith in the future that we bequeath our children.

Figure 1 – Magenta Coneflowers, July 2020, Salem Maritime National National historic Site. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

Figure 1 – Canna lily, July 2020, Salem, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

Despite the isolation, the pandemic, and its mishandling nature and the summer continues to delight us. I took this photograph this morning of a perfect canna lily in front of a Salem, MA restaurant complete with a bee and its gossamer wings. These tropicals are just so spectacular and never fail to delight. Capturing a bee contemplating alighting of the flower, as opposed to stinging me on the nose, is equally wonderful.

Figure 1 – Salem Safe Harbor Marina at Hawthorne Cove in the fog of a July morning. Safe Harbor Hawthorne Cove, Salem, MA (c) DE Wolf 2020.

It was a warm and humid morning in Salem, but when I reached the Marina at Safe Harbor, Hawthorne Cove, I was struck by this unexpected fog bank. It offered up not just lack of perfect detail but beautiful pastel shades and features in the distance struggling to reveal themselves – specters in the mist. Beauty is transformed to greater beauty. It is truly the case that fog works its special magic and makes you see well-known vistas in new and spectacular ways.

“In nature, everything has a job. The job of the fog is to beautify further the existing beauties!”

Figure 1 – Great egret, Salem National Maritime Historic Site. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

With the start of summer the great egrets (Ardea alba) have returned to the Salem wetland. The one in Figure 1 was photographed along the beach by Derby Wharf. They are such a beautiful and elegant sight, a kind of gift from nature. I have generally found egrets hard to photograph, hard to bring the knowing, yet reptilian eye into sharp focus. But here I succeeded with my wonderful 70 too 200 mm L Lens.

I have read that there are 180,000 breeding great egrets in North America. That represents a return of the breed and is wonderful. However, a dear friend pointed out something to me. Humans were meant to stand amidst thousands of herons and egrets – to be literally dazzled by their elegant ballet and to hear the thunder of their flight. We have allowed ourselves to be reduced joyfully pursuing the rare and the few. We have diminished ourselves. We have squander what was meant to be our legacy!

Canon T2i with EF 70-200 f/4l USM lens at 200 mm, ISO 800, Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/4000th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

Figure 1 – Moby Dick meets Georgia O’Keefe, Salem MA, Derby Wharf.(c) DE Wolf 2020.

This morning on the wharf, someone had dragged the leviathan fish skeleton of Figure 1 up from the beach and onto the jetty wall. It is kind of a cross: Moby Dick meets Georgia O’Keefe. The grotesque seeming leviathan of the figure is a thing of childhood. Now, we believe we know almost all there is to know about the see. Not so in the time of boyhood and not so in the time of Melville. It is a place of great magic, where strange, yet wonderful things, are set to wash up on beaches, and such things make one wonder again.

“There is, one knows not what sweet mystery about this sea, whose gently awful stirrings seem to speak of some hidden soul beneath…”
― Herman Melville, Moby-Dick or, the Whale

Figure 1 – Helicopter, Salem, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2020

The other morning there was a confluence of new helicopters circle Salem after a traffic accident. The sky was a perfect summer’s morning filled with cumulostratus clouds, and I was struck by the dance of the helicopters between the clouds and, perhaps, more so by the fragile skeleton of the helicopter set against the domineering soaring clouds. And of course, the shut down has given us gorgeous blue skies – a world with diminished pollution.

“When once you have tasted flight, you will forever walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward, for there you have been, and there you will always long to return.”

– Leonardo DaVinci

Canon t2i with EF70-200 F4L USM lens at 200mm ISO 800, Aperture Priority AE Mode 1/4000th sec at f/7.1 with no exposure compensation.

Figure 1 – Poppy, Salem. MA (c) DE Wolf 2020

Back in May I commented about a Memorial Day like No OIther, evoking, of course, the poppies of Flanders Field. A couple of weeks ago I photographed the poppy of Figure 1 by the Ferry dock in Salem, MA. I love poppies and always go out of the way searching for them – here after permission entering a private garden.

Poppies are associated as  a symbol of sleep, peace, and death: Sleep, obviously, because the opium extracted from them is a sedative, and death because of the blood-red color of the red poppy.  This goes back to Greek and Roman myths, where poppies were used as offerings to the dead, those who slept eternally. We cannot deny either their luscious shape or seductive and intense color. 

This symbolism appears in both the book and the movie The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. There, a magical poppy field threatens Dorothy and her entourage with endless sleep. Will they be thwarted in their quest. All heroes must be challenged with temptation. Who can forget the cackling voice of Margaret Hamilton as the Wicked Witch of the West? She was really mean and scary to young Davie’s imagination.

“And now my beauties, something with poison in it I think, with poison in it, but attractive to the eye and soothing to the smell . . . poppies, poppies, poppies will put them to sleep.”
—The Wicked Witch of the West, The Wizard of Oz (1939)

Figure 1 – General George S. Patton’s yacht the “When and If” moored in Salem Harbor, Salem, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

In December 1944 the Germans launched a massive counterattack on the advancing Allied Armies, known as the Battle of the Bulge in the Ardennes Forest, thereby encircling the U.S. 101st Airborne Division at Bastogne, Belgium. General Eisenhower order the Third Army, under the command of General George Patton, to relieve Bastogne.  Advance elements of the Third Army reached Bastogne on December 26. Patton’s forces continued to push the Germans back, and by the end of January 1945, the Third Army had reached the German frontier. On March 1 they took the German city of Trier. Famously Patton received a message instructing him to bypass the city because taking it would certainly require the efforts of four divisions. Patton famously replied, “Have taken Trier with two divisions. Do you want me to give it back?” Such is the legend of the sometime controversial American general known as “Old Blood and Guts“.

In 1939, before the War, Patton commissioned yacht designer John Alden to build a yacht, which he named the “When and If.”  It was built by boatbuilder F.F. Pendleton in Wiscasset, Maine. Patton said that “When the war is over, and If I live through it, Bea and I are going to sail her around the world.” Tragically this never happened, because during the U.S. occupation of Germany, George Patton was on a hunting trip, when he was critically injured in a low-speed car accident. He died from his injuries on December 21, 1945.

The When and If has now been fully and gloriously restored, and I was delighted to find it moored at the Ferry Wharf this past weekend in Salem, MA. Figure 1 is an image that I took this past Friday of the ship, and Figure 2 I took this morning having discovered its ceremonial skipper taking in the sunshine onboard. “Don’t take a leak on the teak!”

Thanks to Kip Sluder for alerting me to the significance of the When and If.

Figure 2 – Ceremonial skipper of the When and If, Salem, MA. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

Figure 1 – Black lives matter protest, Salem Commons, Salem, MA June 6, 2020. (c) DE Wolf 2020.

“…Each man’s death diminishes me,
For I am involved in mankind.
Therefore, send not to know
For whom the bell tolls,
It tolls for thee.”

John Donne