Here’s a good moment on a high-summer day in Down East Maine:
The temperature is 76 degrees and there’s a slight breeze rippling a fallow field; the wildflowers there – mostly Queen Anne’s lace, goldenrod, tansy, and milk weed – are feeling fall before I do. Stratocumulus clouds are creating animated biblical images overhead. There are no man-made sounds except for my boots on the worn gravel lane, taking me where I want to be. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on August 12, 2022.