windy harpswell

looking out at whaleboat island.

maine, if you haven't already guessed, is a place i love. i have traveled quite a bit, and i enjoy visiting new places, but there is nothing like coming home to this state. the woods, the ocean, the mountains, the change of seasons, the people, all of it, makes me happy to call this place home. i was born in boston and lived on the northshore until i got married. beck pond will always be a special place to me. but maine is the most special place of all. recently, ed decided he dislikes the cold, and would love to be down south for part of the winter. but i, on the other hand, enjoy the variety the seasons bring. from sweaters, starting now, to heavy coats, mittens, hats and uggs before we know it, bring it on! sure, after winter's cold, i look forward to the warmth and renewal of spring and summer with enthusiasm. but that's just it....give me the incredible transformation that takes place in the garden and the woods behind the house as the seasons march on. never a dull moment....

harpswell on this chilly, windy, late afternoon/evening was compelling. there were no people out on the little, pebbly beach. the water was lined and streaked and ruffled by the puffing breeze. the wind whipped in toward me and blew some sand in my eyes as i took this snap. ah, maine....