In the summer I sleep with the white noise of a gazillion grasshoppers resident in my yard. In the winter I don’t have to look outside to see if the forecast snow has arrived – the snowplows start working immediately and continue throughout the night. It’s a sound both informative and comforting.
It was ugly here for a while, but the roads are clear and yesterday’s sun melted much of the white stuff we received. Rivers of ice are once again forming on the driveway though. I plan to get a sign warning visitors of the ice – I don’t want anybody breaking a leg.
Today’s post is short – I’m heading upriver in a few minutes. In fact I might be making the trip 3 more times this week. It’s become a routine event and, as they’ve finished fixing the highway in Maine, quite painless.
Most of today’s shots are from Lubec. It was easier to capture the Civil War statue from a distance – even in the snow he has an emotional impact. I really need to spend more time exploring the quintessential New England towns for photos. They are justifiably known for their beauty.
Last night was my first lobster feast of the season. Fire burning in the wood stove, steamed lobster, fresh bread, and melted butter. It’s one of the perks of living here. 🙂
The boats are working hard – with mixed results. The cold and wind is making things tough. I heard yesterday that one boat from a neighbouring island was swamped by a wave. They got all the crew off safely, but there’s a good reason for Fishermen Memorials like this one in Lubec. It’s a dangerous job.