Fading Light

life_in_maine_winter_duskThe nights are closing in with the sun setting around 4:30. Unlike the slowly fading glow of the summer sky, this light does not have the power to illuminate the land as the sun passes behind the horizon. This is a harsh beauty signally the advance of winter. Click on the image for a larger view.

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Farewell to Summer

life_in_maine_farewell_to_summerA ghostly Milky Way behind a waxing moon from the summit of Mt. Cadillac in Acadia National Park. The Cranberry Islands and the Gulf of Maine are below. This is the summer Milky Way, which reveals the center of our galaxy. Soon the summer Milky Way will set before the sun, hiding itself until next year. Click on the image for a larger view.

Autumn Sunset

life_in_maine_cadillac_sunsetThe warmth of the sunset is made more acute with the changing foliage. This meadow on Mt. Cadillac in Acadia National Park is illuminated by the fading glow of the sky. Click on the image for a larger view.

Columbus Day

life_in_maine_acadian_coastColumbus Day marks a major turning point in history when the culture of the “Old World” met the “New” one. The common narrative is the civilizing force of European culture built a nation from an untamed wilderness. But this invasion was brutal, as most colonization is—Europeans are not the only colonizers in history. Click on the image for a larger view.

Golden Hour

life_in_maine_golden_hourThe days are getting noticeably shorter. Where the daylight would last until after nine in the evening, it is now dark by eight. The warmth of summer still remains, but the season is waning. This is near the summit of Little Moose Island looking toward Schoodic peninsular in Acadia National Park. The Anvil, a small hill, can be seen in the distance. The island can accessed at low tide. Click on the image for a larger view.

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Small Cranberry

life_in_maine_small_cranberrySmall cranberry, Vaccinium oxycoccos, can be found in peat or acidic soils, which gives it its other common name, bog cranberry. This is one of the first plants to colonize burnt bogland and native Americans would burn bogs to stimulate its growth. Like the cultivated cranberry, these are tart. Naturally, this fruit is sought after by wildlife. This plant is on Little Moose Island at the tip of Schoodic peninsular in Acadia National Park. Click on the image for a larger view.

Art Meets Science

exhibition_art_meets_scienceI have a photograph in the MDI Biological Laboratory’s Art Meets Science exhibition that is running from June 20th to September 30th. This is coinciding with the centenary of the founding of Acadia National Park. If you are visiting Mt. Desert Island this summer, stop by this remarkable scientific and educational facility. More on the exhibition and MDI Biological Laboratory can be found here.

Forces in Nature

life_in_maine_force_in_natureAlong the rocky coast on Maine, you see cobbles, large weathered stones. These granite cobbles are on a basalt dyke on Little Moose Island. They have obviously been rounded by erosion. And they are big—I doubt I could lift the larger rocks in this image. The amazing thing is that these cobbles did not fall onto this spot—there is no place from which to fall—but rather these were cast out of the sea by the force of the tides, currents, and storm swells. If you are thinking these are near the waterline, you would be mistaken. This ledge is about 5 m or 15 ft. above the water, not far below where this picture was taken. Click on the image for a larger view.

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The Gods Roll Dice

life_in_maine_gods_roll_diceChance, luck, fortune—the building blocks of life. The gods cast the stones and the players fill the gaps. Chaos was the first Greek God. From Chaos, meaning gap or chasm, came Gaia, the Earth. Chaos and beauty seem to be eternally linked. Click on this image of Little Moose Island in Acadia National Park to see a larger version.

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Basalt Dyke

life_in_maine_basaltBetween the warm granite of Schoodic Point are black seams of basalt. Several hundred million years ago, this basalt (technically diabase) flowed through the fractures in the granite bedrock. The dating of these features shows these represent multiple events over time. Click on the image for a larger view.

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Dusk at Schoodic Point

life_in_maine_dusk_at_schoodic_pointJust off Schoodic Point in Acadia National Park is Little Moose Island. The island is separated from the mainland by East Pond. At low tide, the water levels drop to connect the two. Snails cover the rocks breaking the surface of East Pond. Click on the image for a larger view.

Illusion of Optics

life_in_maine_illusionThe rocks at Schoodic Point in Acadia National Park. One of the most interesting things about photography is the ability to present the world in a way that a person could not perceive naturally. When a group of objects are in focus, when they appear sharp, it is usually because they are all the same distance from the observer. That does not need to be true for a camera (no Photoshop gimmick here). Click on the image for a larger view.

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Reversing Falls

life_in_maine_reversing_fallsReversing falls are caused when the water level between one water body and the ocean is different at high and low tide. West Pond on Schoodic Peninsula in Acadia National Park has a reversing falls. This image shows low tide where the land on both sides of the falls, the stream in the foreground, would be submerged at high tide. The trees at the left are on Pond Island, which marks the extent of the high tide. Mt. Desert Island is at the horizon. Click on the image for a larger view.

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Sea and Land

life_in_maine_schoodic_point_rocksSchoodic Point is a quiet section of Acadia National Park. This rocky peninsula cuts into the Gulf of Maine. The water is deep and swells are powerful, even on a calm day. Click on the image for a larger view.

O Holy Night

life_in_maine_stars_over_acadiaWhen growing up in England, I was a choirboy. The carols and music seemed to define the season. For me, the songs and images of the night and divinity were powerful. It was only after I left the city and experience dark, star-filled skies that the metaphor took on a reality.

This is the view Naomi and I had when we stopped near Little Hunters Cove in Acadia Nation Park one evening to eat the dinner we had packed. Click on the image for a larger view.