The afternoon sun starts to slip behind the continent, giving the Maine coastline that magical illumination of the golden hour. Most of the time I catch this view in the morning, when the sun is ahead, lighting up the land from the other direction. By later afternoon we’ve traditionally moved on to other entertainments. Sometimes, though, I manage to return to this spot for the enchanted light you see here.
As the tour winds down, I find myself looking for quiet pockets of peace. I think of Maine at such times of longing. Perhaps I will end this tour there, at the end of May, when summer is on the horizon…
