Along 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.
Chance, 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.
Because of the mild temperatures this year, much of the coastal seaweed has not been sheared from the rocks with sea ice. Both green and red varieties of this algae we erroneously label a weed—they aren’t plants—grow along the coast. This was taken at Reid State Park. Click on the image for a larger view.
Last Saturday felt like early winter. Naomi and I took a trip to Bailey Island. The air was dry, clear, and cold. Usually, the atmosphere is too humid to allow the sun sitting on the horizon to directly illuminate the land, but not this Saturday—within about a minute of taking this image, the sun sank below the horizon, taking the light with it. Click on the image for a larger view.
In Stockton Springs is one of Maine’s numerous lighthouses. Fort Point Light Station does not have the cachet of others like Portland Head, Pemaquid Point, or Bass Harbor. The 1857 lighthouse and keeper’s house are an example of the erratic nature of New England architecture that is pieced together over decades or centuries, but seems to turn out well. The park is also home to the earthworks of the 1759 British Fort Pownell.
Naomi and I arrived at the park late after getting lost—that is how we discovered Sandy Point Beach State Park. The park closes at sunset, and, with an area of 120 acres, we did not have time to enjoy all of it. Click on the image for a larger view.
At the northern end of Penobscot bay in Stockton Springs is a small small state park. This time of year, it is mostly inhabited by locals coming out for a stroll by themselves or with their dogs. Most people have a smile or greeting for strangers.
While maybe not the most exotic place in Maine, Sandy Point Beach has a long history going back to the paleolithic. The artifacts that most visitors see belong to the 20th century. These pilings are from an abandoned wharf of a fertilizer plant that closed in the 1970s. As you can see from the exposed seaweed clinging to the pilings, this is low tide. Click on the image for a larger view.
At 800ft/250m, Mt. Battie in Camden Hills State Park is not a huge mountain. The area is mostly covered with mixed hardwood forests, but the ridges expose the plant life to harsh conditions. In areas with little soil, the flora appears to be more suited to alpine zones. And a rich mix of these plants cover the ground between slabs of granite. Click on the image for a larger view.
Camden is an affluent community on the coast of Penobscot bay—it is the quintessential New England village. Penobscot bay is a huge waterway that cuts deep into the Maine coast and defines the eastern edge of Central Maine. This image was taken from Mt. Battie in Camden Hills State Park, looking south towards the Gulf of Maine. Click on the image for a larger view.