Today I drove my husband to Portland for a neuro-rehab appointment.
I packed my knitting and some earphones and planned to park in the sunshine
for the hour or so he was going to be occupied.
...But the lure of the lens and a sense of adventure led me to the wharves
on this cold but still day.
I took so many photos today that I'll break them up into two posts.
Here, I'll try to show the winter quiet on a "summertime-busy" wharf.
Though I had to keep blowing on my fingers and re-applying my mittens,
it was a beautiful, calm day on the water.
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There definitely are fisherfolk on the water and working--but in March in Maine
some folks give over and go where it is warm for a spell.
Especially those who work hard all summer.
So some boats sport this kind of look:
And the wharf itself has piles and piles that look like this:
...doesn't it look like this person left the "office" in a bit of a hurry?
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Yet there is also a kind of beauty and order in the silence.
....tomorrow we will talk about lobstering and lobster fishers.