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Winter has settled in for its duration, a visitor that didn't ask to come and stay but is always welcome to this, our home in Maine.
Winter always brings a certain amount of gray, a darkness that seems to touch a longing for unidentified things lying deep within the center of my being. This happens most at dusk when there is still some visibility before the night arrives for its tour of duty. The first two images are from Acadia Park on the loop road which is closed for the Season.
All photos were taken in the last two weeks.
Dawn breaks and the first rays of sun brighten the tops of mountains as the rest of the landscape waits for its share of light.
A small patch of light attempts to wake
the still gray forest at Schoodic point
where the rest of this post's images were taken.
The waves at Schoodic were not breaking on this day, but when they do we try to get there. The Continental Shelf that prevents really big waves from arriving to the shores of Maine takes a break at Schoodic. We regularly have ten foot seas of better during storms that can arrive from any direction.
In this photo the wind is up and blowing the water into a rough surface.
Morning has broken and the days clouds are in place,
slowly drifting across the landscape.
Mt. Desert Island seen from Schoodic Point.
Winter is never colorless or totally gray, the reindeer lichen grows all year round, trees are painted in red, orange, brown and sometimes with a soft shade of purple. One has to look closely while releasing the preconceived constructions of what Winter is supposed to look like in order to see a different palette of colors that the Master Painter is using.
An unused road in Schoodic.
Many paths to travel that are worth looking for.
Rocks are paying homage to the lichen.
Perhaps the green patches are offering a seminar
on Winter's beauty.
Settled in to patiently wait on Spring's distant arrival,
the leaves of the next Season are in place,
in miniature perfection in a protective coat
keeping new growth safe.
Beauty is everywhere.
Even in seeming barren death life is still there,
holding the promise God gives each Winter
that cold and snow are not permanent.
Moonlight and a scene worth remembering.
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Some humor:
We always look for birds but on this day we only found one, a fine specimen
of the most rare white woodpecker.
(This was the only bird we saw, a nice light moment.)
Peace and serenity in these troubled times,
Bill Lagerstrom
