Down Memory Lane with Mary Jayne
‘Tis the season for this scene to be repeated. I was lucky enough to snap this one a few years ago. I had been fortunate a little prior to this to see possibly the same birds digging mud in that same area, supposedly getting the materials for that very nest. Spring is indeed here, I just hope it does not pass by too quickly.
My first assignment for The Mining Journal was December 12, 1950, in which I was requested to board the Coast Guard cutter Mackinaw for photographing a commercial fishing boat rescue owned by Ray Adair. The Eleanor was beached on a rock ledge on Wood Island in Lake Superior after two previous attempts to rescue the boat was unsuccessful. The humor of my day came when a reporter from The Mining Journal disembarked the ship, face forward and was quickly reminded to face the boat while climbing down the rope ladder. A lesson learned.
‘Tis the season for this scene to be repeated. I was lucky enough to snap this one a few years ago. I had been fortunate a little prior to this to see possibly the same birds digging mud in that same area, supposedly getting the materials for that very nest. Spring is indeed here, I just hope it does not pass by too quickly.
My first assignment for The Mining Journal was December 12, 1950, in which I was requested to board the Coast Guard cutter Mackinaw for photographing a commercial fishing boat rescue owned by Ray Adair. The Eleanor was beached on a rock ledge on Wood Island in Lake Superior after two previous attempts to rescue the boat was unsuccessful. The humor of my day came when a reporter from The Mining Journal disembarked the ship, face forward and was quickly reminded to face the boat while climbing down the rope ladder. A lesson learned.