Summer may nearly be upon us, but here in Maine the wind and rain clouds have yet to fully give way to afternoons of warmth. Light-weight jackets still hang by the entry-way door with Bean boots located directly below. Weekends of late have been spent helping my folks fell trees for for fall firewood. On the way home recently, we ventured East and took a walk on a stretch of private ocean. The only interruption of silence was brought by crashing waves upon a beach filled with drift wood. Here are a few photos from the day.
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I really love the red, white, and blue colors and Americana of that small market.
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