Yesterday was a good first Sunday in November, if you discount certain football games. The day was especially fine late in the afternoon at Naskeag Harbor, when visitors had left and the sun was in the process of doing the same.
It was brisk, but not winter-cold; what little wind there was caused a roll in the water, not a chop. Several loads of lobster traps were waiting to be taken to storage, their bright colors adding to the warm light. Also, seemingly to be alertly waiting to be called to work, were the fishing vessels.
The composition becomes incomplete when they’re not home. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 3, 2024.)