The weather has been creepy since Christmas day. We had a rainstorm during yesterday’s very early hours; the morning tide crested at 11.27 feet, which is above average; the temperature got into the 40s (F), which used to be warm for late December, and the fog was heavy all day. As I write this, light rain is easing its way through fog. It’s been a wet Christmas week so far.
Yesterday, I didn’t get down to Naskeag Harbor to catch the foggy scene until about an hour after high tide. Judging from the littered shore and ramp, the storm had decided to cut and deliver us some Christmas greens via the high tidal express.
There were no spruce or balsam fir boughs among these greens, nor was there the holiday scent of conifers. Yet, there was the briny scent of freshly ripped rockweed, the predominant seaweed there. That aroma was mixed with the faintly-salty scent of the Harbor on a foggy morning. That was good enough. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on December 27.)