I spent last night in Portland, Maine, on my way up to camera camp. It felt so strange here - cool, cloudy and with some rain. I haven't driven in rain, even turned on the windshield wipers, in maybe three months at home.
Birdman and the desk clerk at the hotel recommended I have dinner at J's Oyster on the waterfront. It's something between a shack and a small modular building on a pier. run down and a bit seedy. The place was packed so I ate at the bar. The young man above was shucking oysters at an amazing speed - two or three twirls of the knife, throw out the empty half shell and put the business end on a bed of ice.