A Mid-Winter Day on the Coast of Maine

We arrived at the cottage slightly before sunset.  Dusk was upon us.  Was it dreary or is this simply the color of winter?

 

Snow rests on the pines at the back door.

We uncovered the woodpile; only to find that snow had blown in and taken rest.

The canoe holds memories of summers gone by….

A lone apple hangs from the tree.  It surely could have been used in an October pie.

 The neighbors truck decorates the field.

The roses will be pruned while they're still asleep.

We wonder what new flavors will be savored next summer.

                            A snow covered harbor shows the stark contrast between land and sea.

We reminisce of lobster dinners enjoyed by the water.

Flanked by small boats during the fishing season, the dock stands alone mid-winter.

Clouds begin to overcome the still harbor water in anticipation of the coming storm.

Where do the pilings end and where does the reflection begin?

If you listen close enough, you can hear the laughter of 4^th of July past; or is it future?

As the sun continues to set, so does the tide.

Can you feel the icy wind on the rocks?

The floating docks look slightly uncomfortable on land.

The scale is temporarily unavailable.

After a brief snow shower at night, the sun reflects on the wind chimes in the

kitchen window the next morning.

The old storm window can’t carry it’s weight any longer, but it’s beauty in

the morning is breathtaking.

Early morning sunlight creeps in slowly through a bedroom window.

The quaint glass barometer displays the low pressure of yet a larger

approaching snowstorm.

Geraniums reach for the warmth of the sun and remind us that

Spring really isn’t that far off.