Yesterday was another of the many days here that begin with fog coming in over a still sea. We went over to Brooklin’s Center Harbor to watch the moored boats disappear and reappear, a veiled dance by some beauties.
As you can see, from time to time, the sun would break through the fog and spill what seemed to be a stream of freshly purified light on the Harbor’s reflective waters, while the horizon remained a seemingly impenetrable gray wall.
Those short moments brought us a clarity that was so real, it was unreal – a visual paradox. (Brooklin Maine)