I'm very lucky. My family for the last 40 +/- years has owned a cottage home on the coast of Maine. It is located in a small fishing village, population 500-600 in winter months, and larger when the weather turns and the artists, summer folk, and tourists make the 12 mile journey down the peninsula for lobster and inspiration.
When I say on the coast of Maine, I literally mean on the coast of Maine. At times it is easy to take this scene and serenity for granted; it is a place I spent much time as a child and it's "been there" for me ever since. When I share the location with someone new a look of awe comes over them and reminds me of my good fortune. I've been interested in photos lately, so this weekend I spent time looking with new eyes at the blessings surrounding me.
View from the deck late afternoon.
These rocks have looked like this for as long as I can remember. I am always intrigued by their curvy stripes and by the beige and orange hues.
A skiff tied near seaglass beach; grace indeed.
Nature's rock tower.
Five Islands' Farm for native plants, vegetables, and for red wine.
Bushy Nut Forever....this rural graffiti has been here for years. I think someone keeps refreshing it, maybe Bushy Nut.
Foot bridge in the woods.
Picnic by the sea.
Lobster trap with barnacles.
Clams, haddock, shrimp, onion rings, and caps.
My companion's stealth has faultered.
I could hear frogs but could only see lily pads and blossoms.
Thank you for taking a walk with me and my camera. There are many more sights I likely missed, but I'm happy to have spotted the ones I did.