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Lilly Pads on a Pond

Luminous, mysterious. Trust me, such adjectives are not excessive nor maudlin. If anything, they capture only part of the mystery that 's Deer Isle, and the entire area which stretches from Bucksport to Stonington. For once you are Rt. 15 Hill, the drive takes a strange turn: In a moment of insight, you grasp something as you have never before — that the twin meanings of the word light must have their anchor here, in this tiny community of 3000 persons (during the summer months the number doubles), a six-hour drive from Boston.

And in your mind, this alchemy of land and water, which has little to show by way of majestic churches and monuments and big museums and palaces, has the same feel as those other — more famous, more visited — places of light, Venice and Jerusalem, for instance.

Pine Tree

Natural light is everywhere, day and night. During the day, it 's in the stillness of a pond of bright pink lilies, or against the ashen white sails of a ship in the distance, or hidden behind the gentle play of the leaves in a forest, or on the surface of the naked, glistening arms of a swimmer in a hidden cove — all this by way of the gentle wind that transports the light to the surface of things, that makes the ocean tides fold and unfold, that turns the poplar leaves this way and that, that gently sends someone through the sloping shrubs and into the warm waters.

At night, the sky is a weave of stars, especially in Mariner Park, on a mid-August night when you 're lying on a wet comforter — your spine aching and your eyes to the midnight blue sky trying to catch a glimpse of the Perseids but also simply looking, far far away at nothing in particular, the act of attention an end in itself.

Inlet

It is tomb-quiet here, not a single sound, save for the chatter of the dozen or so persons who have gathered for a talk about the night sky. The leader is a carpenter-turned-amateur-astronomer who points to constellations and talks about light in terms of going backwards in time. Time, time, time, which never leaves us, even here, in this moment of complete and total stillness and silence, which looks both ways to the past and the future, which liberates and enslaves. (There 's a reason why, as Robert Grudin writes in his gem of a book, Time and the Art of Living, that the French adjective for happy and lucky, heureux, is derived from heur, which means hour.)

Harbor at Deer Isle, Maine

Though the speeding Maine drivers can make you livid with anger, though the state has a reputation for attracting a motley crowd of outsiders and renegades, you know that their reaction is somehow equal to the conspiracy of light and wind and water which is Deer Isle. The speeding truck, the large laughter, the police car horns tear through the silence of this place with a violence which subsides as quickly as it erupted.

Unlike our human silences, this silence is primordial, the world as it must have been before speech, and will be long after we're all extinct. These rocks, these waters, this wind, light of our days and nights.

Taline Voskeritchian

Taline Voskeritchian is a translator and teaches writing at Boston University. Her work has appeared in many publications, including The Nation, BookForum, London Review of Books, Agni Review, and in Alik (Iran), Warwick Review (UK), Daily Star/International Herald Tribune (Beirut). She also blogs at Passages Home.

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10 Comments

Beautiful article. I loved it. Thank you.

Thanks for your response. Deer Island is indeed one of the most beautiful places in the world! Taline

...and thank you for your good words!

On our last visit to Maine, the same year as Katrina (it rained every day we were there), Deer Isle was the one place we did not get. It's first on my list the next time we're there. This is a beautifully written article with lovely photos. Thank you.

Thank you for the lovely article and photos of Deer Isle. I have gone to Center Harbor, Maine on the mainland across Eggamogin Reach from Deer Isle with my family since 1934. That was years before the Deer Isle bridge was built. The bridge has limited the large schooners from sailing up the Reach. Deer Isle is very special as are the smaller Torrey lslands and Naskeag Point.where my parents and one of my sisters are buried. Thank you for the memories.

My pleasure. Thanks for the information you provided. Deer Isle is such a special place!

I too love the drive to Deer Isle and the beauty of nature there. I am an amateur photographer and it is one of my favorite places. thank you for the article and the photos.
Sister mary Norberta,Bangor,Me.

...and thank you for your good words. You are lucky to be closer to it than I am.

nice article - brings back memories -- when i was a kid we spent our summers on Burnt Island - which is just across the water from Deer Isle.. 2 houses and unpopulated until we showed up.... Deer Isle was where we went when we needed provisions. i recall having to head to deer isle to treat an ear infection... could there have been a doctor there?

anyway - thanks for the memories

This was my first visit to Deer Isle, but I know that it is a place of great loyalties and memories.