The Maine Event, Part Four (Yes, four. Don't argue!)

Ah, springtime in Maine. Winter is reluctant to let go. Above, [Maris] got by far the best shot of the Rockland Breakwater Lighthouse, capturing cloud detail that I, in an effort to lighten the dark structure, missed completely. She rules.

[Maris] also captured this long view, looking up through the drizzle at Owls Head Light. The site is said to be haunted, and one of the pieces of evidence to that effect is this old wooden staircase. When the fog rolls in, the ghost's footprints appear on the damp steps. Cool!

Two of my shots of Owls Head Light. It was misty and we had the place to ourselves, making it just that much more spooky and awesome.

Two frames from a rainy and isolated Marshall Point Light. The weather during the middle of this week-long trip gave us a new appreciation of the need for lighthouses, back in the days before GPS. Some of these things, and the rocks of which they warn mariners, were invisible until we were right on top of them.

Pemaquid Point Lighthouse - by [Maris].

... by Joe...

... by [Maris]. Old bell and a seriously still-functioning foghorn (ah say, ah say, ah say)!

... and two more by Joe, who ventured down onto the freezing, slippery and wind-blown rocks below the light. Must revisit this point when the sun is shining. It, like most of Maine's coast, is sublime.

More to come - wait til you see the "down east" Maine stuff - the sun came back...