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Joel is a lobster man and his boat dances in the surf off Portland Head's famous lighthouse. There is a unique language out there that is exclusive to the area. Lobsterman terms shared between father and son gave Joel a unique look into what our marines were doing. If a call comes in while he on his boat Joel makes his way to the stern, dangles his feet over the water and talks in his metaphorical terms. Rob will tell his dad that some days in Afghanistan new bait works better, red fish was expensive (better, more high tech weaponry) or herring bait meant (everyday weaponry used). Sometimes in Rob's travels on his Afghanistan patrols, he may go the short distance between Cliff Island to Peaks Island, or as far as Cliffs Island to Portland. No sensitive secrets given, just a language spoken in native lobstermans terms off the coast of Maine near the wreck of the Annie McGuire. Joel sails his hauler with his son's photo in a medallion and a marine flag that he will not replace until his son comes home safe. He even saves the threads from the flag that are wearing out in a bag nearby. He will retire that flag with all its parts later. For now, this father truly misses his son of whom he is so proud. Rob and his dad are not so far as they share a heart language. Here, the continents bridge.
I started color blocking this in an oil. More to come on this one.
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