The on thing about the coast, is it’s always changing. One day the ground is clear, the next 24 inch of snow!
We got slammed and are waiting on more in the next 24 hours. Go down south they said, it’s warmer they said!
I love these old places, there is so much character here!
When it snows, typically the next day the sky is bright blue and the water is gorgeous as calm.
The colors just started to come in through the hazy clouds as I drove home today, snapped a few pictures. I’ve gotten into the habit carrying my camera with me.
There is something savage about winter, the cold, the pure white that blankets us, the weight of snow that can bend trees that stand against the winds of summer, those branches bow in reverence.
The way the light flickers and reflects off the snow that crystalizes, like the glint in the eye of the devil who, instead of draping you in heat, cloaks you in cold.
The weight of all that frozen, essentially, water presses down into trees, and earth, roofs and anything standing. Winter brings many pressures: the clean up, the driving through roads unplowed, roofs that need to be up kept, heating our homes during the wicked cold that the freeze brings.
Snow tests us. How much we can carry, one slim human or branch can hold before breaking. We can bend, and sweep the ground, but not break. When the pressures of life, or of the snow, finally dissipates, and our spring emerges, we stand tall once again – unbroken by the savagery of winter.
My wife, god love her, as I do, isn’t an outdoors person. I am. ATVs, hiking, walking in the woods, going off and finding abandon houses, tramping along the railroad bed. But, I did get her to climb Haystack Mountain! Whooot!
The hike up was great, the sun was nice, and a few good pictures were had!
We often forget what is just in our back yard, and the gorgeous world that is around us, every single day. Cotton Candy Clouds on a Bed of Blue….
A few of these might make it up onto our wall one day. Was a great, short stint up rocky terrain.
Abandoned, overgrown houses and barns always make me think of what would the world look like if people began dying off, or an EMP hit, or some plague struck us down. (Not a zombie thing!). Half eaten meals on a table, VCR tape still jutting from a VCR, a coat draped over a now overturned kitchen chair. Trees and brush sprouting through the basement floors, edging up the stairs and into the 2nd story of the house. So I decided to go venture out and find a few of these places and just “look around”. I’ve been feeling very lackluster about writing lately, but passionate about taking photos, maybe I could get one to spark the other into gear.
There is a sadness in places like this and a story. Why was the house left like that? Why is all their “stuff” still here. Of the odd things you see while traveling, that make no sense in the realm of the world. The WTF things.
Or the beauty that hides in the areas, the wild grass, the wayward trees, the hidden treasures in the overgrown brush that tangle your feet.
We did come across a car from yesteryear. To which my nephew, Rhys asked “Can we take the steering wheel!” What a guy!
Those places, those once-homes to humans or animals, are relics frozen in time with dust and cobwebs. Snapshots into time that has just transpired, the blink of an eye if you think of the age of this rock we live on.
We barely have been able to afford life, much less a vacation. But due to the fact that I’m now a travelling PTA and making a few bucks here and there, we can actually learn to enjoy life!
We headed to Machias, and then to Roque’s Beach. Secluded, quiet, and gorgeous.
We did some searching for seaglass, and just took in the fresh air.
Then we headed over to Machais Falls. Walked around, enjoyed the sights, and then over to Quoddy Lighthouse.
Totally different tapestry here, rocks and not sand, but equally as beautiful.
We decided to keep the world simple, we grabbed sandwiches, and headed back to Roque Beach for dinner on the beach and watch the sunset.
Sometimes it is the simple moments in life that make life worth it and memorable.