The golden hour of late afternoon sunlight adds to the wonder.

Normally, Eastport’s waterfront would be visible from here.

Spanish moss drapes many of our forests. Scenes like these often remind me of Neil Welliver’s large, prized paintings and distinctive palette.

Yes, Eastport is a working waterfront. Especially if you like lobster.

As seen from from our neighbor’s across the street in Eastport, Maine.

The white marker on the wings of the bird’s black summer plumage make a striking identity. It’s one of the many waterfowl species I’m being introduced to far from my native Midwest.