Page 1 Page 2 Page 3 Page 4 Page 5 Page 6 Page 7 Page 8 Page 9 Page 10 Page 11 Page 12 Page 13 Page 14 Page 15 Page 16 Page 17 Page 18 Page 19 Page 20 Page 21 Page 22 Page 23 Page 24 Page 25 Page 26 Page 27 Page 28 Page 29 Page 30 Page 31 Page 32 Page 33 Page 34 Page 35 Page 36 Page 37 Page 38 Page 39 Page 40 Page 41 Page 42 Page 43 Page 44 Page 45 Page 46 Page 47 Page 48 Page 49 Page 50 Page 51 Page 52 Page 53 Page 54 Page 55 Page 56 Page 57 Page 58 Page 59 Page 60 Page 61 Page 62 Page 63 Page 64 Page 65 Page 66 Page 67 Page 68 Page 69 Page 70 Page 71 Page 72 Page 73 Page 74 Page 75 Page 76 Page 77 Page 78 Page 79 Page 80 Page 81 Page 82 Page 83 Page 84 Page 85 Page 86 Page 87 Page 88 Page 89 Page 90 Page 91 Page 92 Page 93 Page 94 Page 95 Page 96 Page 97 Page 98 Page 99 Page 100 Page 101 Page 102 Page 103 Page 104 Page 105 Page 106 Page 107 Page 108 Page 109 Page 110 Page 111 Page 112 Page 113 Page 114 Page 115 Page 116 Page 117 Page 118 Page 119 Page 120 Page 121 Page 122 Page 123 Page 124 Page 125 Page 126 Page 127 Page 128 Page 129 Page 130 Page 131 Page 132 Page 133 Page 134 Page 135 Page 136 Page 137 Page 138 Page 139 Page 140Featuring original works of fine art, photography and limited-edition prints by regional and local artists. 372 Fore Street Portland, Maine 04101 (207) 874-8084 www.forestreetgallery.com Partners 12 x 12, acrylic on canvas, Jeffery Sabol Featuring original works of fine art, photography and limited-edition prints by regional and local artists. 372 Fore Street Portland, Maine 04101 (207) 874-8084 www.forestreetgallery.com Monhegan Morning Paul Black 11 x 14 oil from left: naomi knecht, artmine.com Editorial colin W. Sargent, editor & Publisher 12 p o r t l a n d monthly magazine Where Recycling has Always been in Style forgetmenotsfalmouth.com Forget Me Nots 781-8252 U.S. Route One Falmouth, Maine Tues–Fri 10–6 Sat 10–5 Sun 12–5 Now located at The Shops at Falmouth Village, 240 U.S. Route One Nowacceptingseasonal clothingandaccessories Ghost Traps vs. Ghost Traps T he Ghostbusters Fan site defines a ghost trap as “a piece of ghostbust- ing equipment almost as important as the proton pack in the Ghostbusters uni- verse. The ghost trap was used for detaining and transporting ‘busted’ ghosts until they could be safely stuffed into the Ecto Contain- ment Unit. Believed by some to entrap the ghost with a laser containment field, precisely how the trap works was never fully explained in the films.” But of course, YouTube has di- rections on how to make one. Search “Mak- ing A Working Ghostbusters Ghost Trap!” None of which is as poignant and scary as a real Maine ghost trap on a windswept beach. When they roll up the sidewalks in Maine in the winter, a low-tide walk by the shore takes you close to mortality along a path of seaweed and brutal reality. A real ghost trap is a lobster trap that’s had its lobster buoy and rope ripped from it by storms or rope rot. Or other forces, seen or unseen. Lobster wars or a mutiny of captive crustaceans on a ghost ship? That’s a different ghost story. Stripped of their identifying buoys, the ghost traps survive in their disconnected universe, working independently of the humans who were once con- vinced they owned them. USA Today has weighed in on this in an Associated Press story: “Beneath the cold ocean waters off the coast of Maine lie hundreds of thousands, perhaps millions, of old wire lob- ster ‘ghost traps.’ Lost over the years to storms, boats–even the knives of fishermen who’ve cut them from their buoys to settle scores–many of the traps continue catching lobsters. ‘It would be very interesting if we could drain the ocean and look at what’s down there,’ says Holly Bam- ford, head of the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administrations Marine Debris Pro- gram. ‘We might be surprised.’ The extent of Maine’s ghost trap problem isn’t fully known, but lobstermen say they sometimes recover traps that contain skinny lobsters–ones that appear to [be wasting]–or shells from lobsters that have starved and withered away to nothing or been eaten by other lobsters.” Lobsters are, famously, cannibals. Not a pretty end game. But then, sometimes the depraved and the beautiful walk hand-in- hand on a romantic beach.