Here are a few thoughts about one of the many moments of fog and rain that we’ve been having lately. I’m on the rain-swept waterfront where the fog was rolling in steadily.
The weak sun was trying to pierce the fog, but all it was able to do was produce an almost fluorescent glow. The scene was silent and there was a sense of solitude -- I and that fast-disappearing herring gull on the hoist were the sole signs of warm-blooded life.
The geometry of the Town Dock and Landing – its rectangles and rhomboids, cubes and columns – became dominant when the harbor and its boats vanished. The stolid shapes seemed to be the only things holding the moment together. There can be stability within change. (Image taken in Brooklin, Maine, on September 11, 2023.)