We were traveling the coast after having a delicious pizza on the lawn at Tinder Hearth when the light began to do things that were almost too much sensory stimulation for a full stomach. The sun was reluctantly setting, burnishing the sky over the Bagaduce River into orange-gold:
As we went south, the Bucks Harbor waterfront tried unsuccessfully to hold onto the dying sunlight:
The moon -- full and big -- began to rise over the trees and fields of Brooksville and Sedgwick:
We raced to get to Naskeag Harbor and made it just in time: there she was, the full moon shooting her glitter path like a torpedo into the Harbor:
(Brooklin, Maine)