After a morning of dispirited snow flurries yesterday, the afternoon northwest winds whipped the overcast into cumulous cream pastries, giving the sun enough space to create a bright winter’s day.
Here, we’re looking southwest from Great Cove Ridge, down a fallow field, over a small firepond, and through the south entrance to the Cove. We can imagine that we see infinity beyond. It’s a place that attracts many sailboats during a normal summer and many shore and water birds now.
Below, we’re at the other side of Naskeag Peninsula on Amen Ridge. We’re gazing northeastish over another fallow field, across Blue Hill Bay and some of its islands, to the face of Cadillac Mountain. Cadillac is in Acadia National Park, which breaches out of Mount Desert Island like a dark whale.
These are everyday sights for some of us lucky people. But, we have to remind ourselves constantly how precious they are. (Brooklin, Maine)