Looks like the last postcards from Mount Desert Island arrived yesterday, as I slept through the rain all afternoon.
Lupines in the pink glow of sunset.
They grow wild everywhere on the island, thriving in bad soil.
One of our neighbors, out for a walk on the Clark Point Road.
Tea and a popover at the Jordan Pond House. New management means new furniture and tableware, less jam in the pot, and paper napkins with a corporate monogram.
But the friendly student servers and the view of The Bubbles are unchanged.
Not the pinkest sunset in Southwest Harbor, but still worth enjoying. And remembering.
Trail sign on the Rockefeller-built carriage roads — about 50 miles of wide paths for walking, biking, horseback riding, carriage driving, X-country skiing, and snowshoeing. No cars allowed.
There's nothing like a swamp on a sunny day. My husband pointed out that this scene was right out of a Dennis Sheehan painting, although he'd paint it at sunset in moodier weather conditions.