a flag on the blaine house blows just right to create a "ghost like" image of the flag and tree with exposure. the blaine house is the home the governor occupies.
(i'm really, really trying to not make a big deal about being back here. last summer was the worst. for a month, i felt like my soul was turning in on itself as i tried to do things i'm use to in burlington -- e.g. go out on a friday or saturday to have some drinks -- and this place completely vomited all over me. here's an example. one saturday, i decided to go to the next town down from me -- hallowell. hallowell has a few places to imbibe in their downtown. i guess for whatever reason, i was determined that i could make it be like burlington. as the night went on and a wrath of trashy people inundated the last place i was at, i just became enraged. on my cab ride home, i really got into it with a fellow patron on how i loathed augusta and everyone here. she flipped out on me, saying i was a "stupid college boy" as the cabby decided he'd had enough of me and dumped me out right next to this home. this home is 4 miles from my house. one of my flickr friends will attest a few cell phones directed to his cell made it appear that i thought the sky was falling. the next morning i woke up and realized going out around here is not for me, so why waste my money. i stopped and didn't do it one more time that summer. tonight, when i was driving through my -- ghost town of a -- downtown, i spotted a small coffee place i've never tried. i couldn't believe what i saw when i looked in the window. there was a guitarist strumming away as about 20 peolple watched him. i began to cry, as a flood of memories from burlington coffee houses hit me and i was so happy to see this, i said aloud in my car, "oh thank god." and realized there is at least something here to entertain my soul to a small degree.)