Here we see a low sun lighting a low tide yesterday afternoon at Naskeag Harbor. It was the kind of day that could bring contentment to January – cold, but of the freshening kind; snow-strewn in places, but not slushy or very dirty snow; disappearing light, but golden not pewter light.
The vacant, snow-clad house on Harbor Island seems to be waiting patiently for its summer residents to return when its grass will be green and its flowers in bloom. The Fishing Vessel Dear Abbie:, wearing her scalloping equipment now, also waits at her mooring, but more like a hunting dog that is eager to leap into action.
(Brooklin, Maine)