I like many things about fall. Rich color and texture, the smell of wood smoke, falling leaves on morning walks, pumpkins and gourds, the feel of fleece against my skin, morning coffee in front of a fire all make me happy, BUT there are some things that make me sad.
Early October means putting Pipe Dreams into winter storage and that symbolizes the loss of something I love about being in Maine.
Among my happiest moments are those when we leave Rockport Harbor behind and go exploring. Sadly, this is the last outing and the memory will have to last through the winter.
As we venture out, I see sights that are so familiar yet manage to look different every time. In the distance overlooking Penobscot Bay is Beech Hill, today shrouded by mist.
Heading out to the bay we pass Indian Island with its now inoperable lighthouse. Changing light and shifting tides always make me think I’m seeing it for the first time.
Our plan is to spend the night on the boat so we go to Perry Creek, a favorite spot. It’s a popular boating destination, but tonight the summer crowd is gone and all is quiet except for a soft breeze blowing through the trees and the sound of water gently lapping against the hull.
That makes it very easy to relax while the hubby and I enjoy predinner snacks and a game or two of backgammon. Yes, life is good.
We called it a day beneath a star filled sky, but we woke to a world blanketed in fog and with its own kind of beauty.
Close by a heron lingered patiently as if waiting for it to clear.
After a while a gull left its perch to check things out.
We sat munching a simple breakfast and watching the tranquil morning unfold around us.
Times like this are such special gifts, but nothing lasts forever so when the fog cleared we headed back to Rockport Harbor, and I savored every glimpse of places that I love.
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Sounds so soothing… What a lovely little escape!
I am sure you never get used to preparing to leave your precious Maine….but I am sure your family and friends are anxious to see you back in Texas…..Your beautiful home in Maine will be waiting for you with open arms until you return… after the snow has melted and the sounds of the fishing boats in the harbor say welcome home again.
Wow…love the reflections. Glad you got the post fixed before I had time to come around. Hope that doesn’t sound like it’s all about me…LOL. You are blessed!
Yes, I was one of those folks who saw the original and wondered. Thought it was on my end. Great to see these incredible photos. Life IS good.
A beautiful ending to a beautiful summer in Maine—-next summer awaits—love to you both ❤️❤️
Beautiful pictures. 🙂
So beautiful! I need to bring Joe to Maine. Love you.
You are always welcome!!
What a magical place that you have with such changing beauty! Beautifully written and photographed, Linda!
Bittersweet. I love the way you wrote this.
Gorgeous. Maine has a special place in my heart.
Beautifully written!
Take a second look as P accidentally published before I was finished.
There is something so freeing and natural being on the water and navigating to different sights and locations. We will be pulling Chasin’ Chances out this weekend as well and I feel the pang of sadness that comes with it.
Go back and look again. P accidentally published it unfinished playing with my iPad. Arrrrgggg.
Well those beautiful pictures make it even harder to say goodbye for another year lol! Stunning!!
It’s easy to get beautiful pictures in a beautiful place.