Others have pointed out that most of the places I’ve resided in have been rich in natural beauty. While I’ve dampened that with an argument that you can find beauty wherever you are, or at least visual stimulation, I do have to concede how rarely that’s the case.
Many places, in fact, are brutal on the eyeballs.
Part of the attraction to Eastport for me was, after all, its access to wilderness and a rugged shoreline. Good shots seem to be waiting everywhere.
It shouldn’t be surprising that I’m overwhelmed by the number of solid photos I’ve been taking. How on earth is one supposed to organize them, much less share them?
It’s not like the old days of light meters, F-stops, film, or even focus, either.
Digital makes it a snap. All you have to do is look and see something.
And, yes, sometimes the camera – or cell phone – sees something more.
Eastport is a pedestrian-friendly village with old houses and storefronts, meaning more variety and detail than you’d find in the average drive-by suburb. It’s surrounded by forests, shorelines, and streams that present more opportunities. No wonder we see people pointing their lenses everywhere, and not just for selfies.
Where are all of these images going to go, anyway?
Jnana's Red Barn 
Glad you found such a beautiful place to live.