Yesterday, the sun finally won a dawn battle with the fog in Great Cove. The misty front lines reluctantly retreated to Eggemoggin Reach before the air became warm enough to breeze the fog away.
The Cove was polished by reflective light in the still air. Early morning sailing was languorous. Stratocumulus clouds were being born. Islands were floating between two worlds.
Later, the clouds would become massive cumulus mounds that, no doubt, inspired many Maine fine artists and at least one photographer to try to capture what they were seeing and feeling. It was too much for mere memory. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on August 24, 2021.)