|Imagine being a honeybee crawling on a fragrant gardenia.|
|Gardenia fireworks - the shrub exploded into bloom almost overnight.|
Here we have a dramatic transition of subject, from the closeup views of a quarter-acre suburban garden to ....
the wild beauty of a rural Maine island in Casco Bay.
I slightly expanded the definition of backyard photos while in Maine. The bay with its changes in tides and winds and weather and sun draws me to it inexorably. It teaches me things
that I cannot articulate.
I try with the camera to evoke the mysterious beauty. I fail, of course, but I do not care. Life is happening according to rhythms that we cannot fathom or capture. Somehow that is a relief, a prayer.
But I am drawn to share the beautiful, and here's a bit of what I saw.
|A view from the walk to the stairs leading down to the beach. |
This is one of the oldest cottages on the East End of the island.
|The evening sun lights up the bay, seen from the porch of our cottage.|
|High tide breaks on the ledge at the point. |
How many hours (days) have I spent on this point I cannot say.
|Sunset at the wharf as seen through a lobster trap. |
Lobstermen were just beginning to put in their traps for the summer.
|Twilight and eider ducks with their babies on the bay near the point.|
|The beach at low tide. The rockweed has a beauty of its own, |
and is home to all sorts of sea life.
|Eastern phoebes nested on the rafter of the front porch. |
This phoebe alit in a lilac bush not long after fledging.
In the miracle of modern airplane travel, I was transported reluctantly back to North Carolina. The lilies (not eaten by deer) and beginning to peak were a consolation.
This post is the fourth in a series of "10 Days" posts featuring daily photographs from my backyard.