One misty moisty morning

While in Maine one morning last week, we awoke to thick fog. I captured these shots at the Frazer Point Picnic Area at the Schoodic Peninsula section of Acadia National Park.

When we arrived, I saw several birds sitting on the dock.

I have never seen a cormorant out of the water before.

One misty, moisty morning,
When cloudy was the weather,
I chanced to meet an old man clothed all in leather.
He began to compliment, and I began to grin,
How do you do, and how do you do?
And how do you do again?

~ Old English Nursery Rhyme

The fog seemed to blanket the area in quiet.

And as I slowly made my way down the dock, one of the birds took flight.

And he was followed by a seagull.

Low tide coming.

“Let us go in; the fog is rising.”

~ Emily Dickinson

Digging for clams, I suppose.

Hello.

Ode to the Element

If I could write poetry,

I would write something here.

But alas, I cannot.

I don’t even dare.

: : :

Thanks for stopping by today ~

hope you enjoyed the photos.

ps - thank you to L, for letting me know that the two birds were cormorants and not loons,

as I had originally thought.