As I sit here during another morning of rain and fog, I can’t help thinking back five days and longing for the blue skies of our spectacular Christmas Day to reappear over our little peninsular.

Above, we’re looking east-northeast over Blue Hill Bay on Christmas toward Mount Desert Island, Maine’s largest Island and the home of most of Acadia National Park. Below, a little earlier that day, we’re looking northwest through Great Cove to Eggemoggin Reach, some of the best sailing waters in the world:

In the winter, our northern hemisphere is tilted away from the sun, which means that our star’s rays are slanted and less concentrated if and when they find Maine’s rocky shores. That means the winter sun is not as dominant and warming as in other seasons. But it also means that our atmosphere is supposed to be colder, cleaner, and drier, which is supposed to mean more vibrant blue skies. At least that’s what I’ve read.

(Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on December 25, 2023.)

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